As it was the final day of our week off Ade and I went out for lunch. Went to a very popular, trendy cafe bar to eat, chat and people watch. Waited for 40 minutes for our order which would have been unacceptable if I had to go to work; as I didn't it just left me VERY hungrey and I was about to start munching on the lemon in my drink when the food arrived. Ade ordered clam chowder and I ordered a grilled goats cheese and roasted peach sarnie which sounded lovely. I fully expected to be presented with a warm, filled to bursting sarnie with a bit of frilly, salady garnish with perhaps a couple of crisps (this sarnie cost a fiver), however what I got was something that looked like it had just been unwrapped from one of those triangle sarnie wrappers - the cheese was grilled but the bread was just brown sliced and the grilled peach was just a squishy sweet pickle. Not good, but poor old Ade had much, much worse. His chowder had a thick, yellow skin like it had been sat outside without sunscreen for too long, and the only clam he tasted was spat into his napkin sharpish.

This is the point when I felt really frustrated and angry, after all this was a treat. We both work really hard and don't get much free time to enjoy together, so we should have mentioned to the surly, black clad girl that "served" us that the sarnie was dismal and the chowder inedible. Instead we got up, shuffled out without meeting the eye of any of the uber trendy bar staff who were all standing around chatting to their uber trendy mates lolling at the bar, and went home where Ade made fantastic Moroccan style lamb kebabs and roasted veg.

How very English...