Listen to Granny because Granny always knows best!
On the very occasional ‘special occasion’ one has been known to slap on the razzle and do the whole ‘let’s do it and fuck the expense’ thing.
One such occasion arrived last summer, when number one son reached retirement age. A splash was called for and a large table was booked at a suitably expensive eatery.
Knowing the family propensity to lateness and disorganisation we agreed to meet in a trendy bar for pre-dinner drinkies. I rolled up and ordered a Negroni, which arrived. In a jamjar.
All I can say is What The Actual Fuck.
And just NO…