I was looking forward to some snow on the ground to play in but so far it’s only the odd drop of rain. Still at least I have been able to work on the dry days at my “meet, sniff and greet” job in main reception.
Himself is away skiing and her ladyship likes a man about the place so I get the job. It’s Christmas Party time and we are busy with bookings for Express Carvery and Party nights .The “ladies who lunch” just love me and I sneak out from behind the Reception desk when She’s chatting (which is quite a lot) and rub my coat against their smart outfits. “Smart” is an understatement, this weekend we have had some dressed up to the nines, gents with bow ties, the lot. Anyone would think it was Crufts!
Apparently Chef says there is still room on Boxing Day and New Year’s Day for a limited number to book for the delicious roast with all the trimmings. I love Sundays, when I am allowed the end bits of the crown of turkey, low fat you see. No Cornish Rib of beef for me, banned by the Vets! Maybe “himself” should try the same diet then he wouldn’t have needed new (bigger) ski trousers for the holiday! Keep that secret. All in moderation I say.”
Written by Seve Bond