I went out to lunch today. To a carvery not too far from where Brian H lives. I use to own a house in the area, and wanted to go and see what had happened since I had sold it and to see if the racist next door had moved out. The funny thing is, it looks as if he may have sold his house to Asians. You couldn't make it up could you. :lol:
Anyway, back at the carvery, I had some nice gammon and turkey and then heap loads of vegetables. I love them. Carrots, parsnips, roast spuds, leeks, brocolli, cauliflower.... loverly.
I returned to my table, and there was a lady with a very young child, about 18 months to 2 years old. He wouldn't sit in a high chair but ran around screaming and he wouldn't eat his dinner BUT tucked heartily into his Mum's treacle sponge and custard. I just thought... typical.
About 5 mins later, a young lady came in with a baby in a pram, a little girl of about 18 months, and a young boy of about 6 years old. They sat down and Mum ordered apple juice for them all. They were wonderfully behaved. The mother instructed the young boy to go with the waitress to help himself to his dinner. The waitress was very helpful. He came back about 2 minutes later with his plate piled high.... with vegetables, a yorkshire pudding and some meat. Without being asked he put a pile of carrots on his baby sisters plate and she merrily tucked in. Off Mum went to get her dinner whilst the young lad started to eat his dinner. I was gobsmacked. He took the yorkshire pudding off his plate and put it on a napkin so he could get to his vegetables. He ate 95% of his veg and a little of his meat and he shared it with his baby sister who he clearly adored. Mum came back, and tucked into hers and the children were so polite. The son saying "excuse me, Mummy" when he wanted to ask her something and she was dealing with the baby.
After their dinner there was no discussion about fizzy driks or ice creams and the little lad said "thank you" very politely to the waitress when she came to clear his plate. The Mum must have been in her early twenties, had three wonderfully behaved children, and two of them behaved like very young, polite adults.
I went over to her, much (to the embarrassment of my OH) to say how wonderfully behaved her children were, and if all the children ate up their vegetables and behaved like hers did, what a much nicer place this world would be. She literally beamed from ear to ear.
Speak as I find, but it was a real education to me, as normally when I go into a restaurant, I ask to be seated as far away from very young children as possible.
Perhaps, it was because I was in Surrey B) , perhaps the young lad was just hungry, :blink: I don't know, but I do know it gave me a feeling that some young mothers like our Griffin, really do care about what they feed their children and can happily take them out to a restaurant without others wishing they were seated somewhere else.
