Thursday 18th June 2009
It was an average day at the Café today, we were up to full strength and Michelle was back from her holidays, so it was just as well that we weren’t busy as it might have interfered with the chatting in the kitchen.
The weather has been pretty horrendous on and off, fortunately Carolyn managed to get Crocodile Keith from over the road to come over and replace the broken tiles we had.
He loves being up in the air, trees, roofs, you name it he’ll go up there, there were seven broken tiles in the end so most of our back up stock has been used and we’ll have to go and find some more.
He was on the roof for about two hours in the end, so we bought him some flowers and a box of chocolates as well as letting him have the top off our old wood burner flue which he wanted to buy.
When the rain started again this evening there appeared to be no more leaks, let’s hope so because Crocodile and his Mrs are off doing the grey nomad bit in a couple of weeks so we won’t see them for a couple of months.
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Plenty of Old Flannel
Thursday 14th May 2009
It was very busy at the Café today, all the people who didn’t turn up yesterday came in today, plus it was pension day, which should in theory bring a lot out to play.
We are noticing a lot of faces that we haven’t seen since just after we started at the Café a year ago, it’s all the grey nomads that come down here for a cheap holiday before winter sets in and they all remember Ian.
Ian fortunately has a good memory for faces, which is just as well because he’s crap with names, so as the old girls come in, he greets them like long lost friends asking them how they are, where they’ve been and gives them any old flannel that he can think up on the spur of the moment, they think it’s great. The staff just think it’s his way of skiving.
It was very busy at the Café today, all the people who didn’t turn up yesterday came in today, plus it was pension day, which should in theory bring a lot out to play.
We are noticing a lot of faces that we haven’t seen since just after we started at the Café a year ago, it’s all the grey nomads that come down here for a cheap holiday before winter sets in and they all remember Ian.
Ian fortunately has a good memory for faces, which is just as well because he’s crap with names, so as the old girls come in, he greets them like long lost friends asking them how they are, where they’ve been and gives them any old flannel that he can think up on the spur of the moment, they think it’s great. The staff just think it’s his way of skiving.
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