Wobbly in West Street
The (very) fat lady in the window table at Dolally's took her time with the menu. I couldn't hear the order but it was obviously a carefully considered choice. Dry toast? A small fat free biscuit? Sparkling water with a hint of petulance? Her husband had joined her by the time the order came. She indigantly waved away the large fruit scone and the medium Latte. A muttered apology from the waitress. A pleased look from the rake like husband. By the time I had finished my Latte (regular=small)) and my Coffee Cake (manageable)her order had re-emerged. She accepted it with a wobble of three chins:
A Monster Latte and the same afore rejected scone but this time it was served with a mountain of quivering cream. And a pot of strawberry jam*
Her husband muttered something. It is hard to lip read in profile but I seemed to catch her reply ' you know its just me glands'
That's all right then.
What a relief
(PS the image does not really do the scone and its garnishings adequate justice but was the best that Flickr could come up with)
Labels: Fat ladies; Berwick; Dolally