This weekend I…

• did the weekly shop at Asda (I’m doing all sorts of salads this week)
• tried to go to the home improvement and self-build show (parking — £3; individual adult ticket — £7.50!), but we didn’t in the end
• went to Ikea for lunch and didn’t find what we were looking for (the remaining shelves for our wardrobe)
• picked up Shirley in the mini-bus for her surprise birthday party, that her boyfriend Chris organised
• had dinner at JT Rochead (this is gonna be a long list entry) — the service was atrocious because the restaurant manager had the worst attitude in the world; Chris had booked the table of 20 two months prior, but we were told the chefs couldn’t cope, which was why it took an hour for our starters to dribble out; Neil’s ravioli was two sheets of pasta and sauce, and his pesto bread was completely charred, but the manager told him she saw them coming out and the bread wasn’t burnt; Neil then cancelled his meal and ordered a black coffee that didn’t come until he asked for it a second time, 20 minutes later, and when it did, it was white; someone further up the table had to send his starter (pâté) back because it melted all over his plate; there was more but I can’t remember any more (do not, I repeat, do not ever eat at JT Rochead)
• spent the rest of the evening at the club downstairs (a pretty cool jazz band played) before being taken home on the mini-bus and chilling out for a bit at Brian and Carene’s (mmm… pizza)
• spent the arvo with Hazel at the Royal Botanic Gardens (lunch was a Boots 2.99 meal, squirrels are hilarious and the visiting cats were brilliant), then looked at shoes (I’m in love with a pair of super-high patent leather boots at Russell & Bromley)
• had Chinese takeaway for dinner (Neil was feeling too tired to even consider cooking)

• 8 Oct 2007