This trip was notable for the worst lunch ever: Jess usually makes a great lunch. Fresh rolls, butter, mayonnaise, freshly-sliced tomatoes, ham, cheese, lekker. This time she had plastic-y dry garage shop rolls, viennas – and chicken viennas at that – and tomato sauce. Ugh! She has undertaken to work with me in raising the standard.
As soon as she has stopped laughing.
~o0o~