Pakcake Panic

We had just come back from a lovely trip to the local swimming pool and I was in the middle of a mental debate. How on earth were we going to celebrate pancake day without the aid of a frying pan? Hubs kitchenette at the hotel is not over stocked with many useful items, but even I was surprised that there was no frying pan, I’m sure there used to one, but maybe that was the room before this one, it’s hard to keep track. I was weighing up the pro’s and cons of going to the supermarket across the road to buy one; pro- we would have a pan for cakes to be made in – con, it would be yet another item to find room for in the end of the week packathon. As I was internally struggling with this issue I got a phone call form Hubs top say that we had all been asked out by the boss for dinner tonight with a whole bunch of Hubs colleagues . End of debate, start of getting out of the day’s scrufty clothes and into something suitable to go to dinner with the boss in. Fortunately it wasn’t a proper dressy occasion and whilst jeans and a clean t-shirt would no doubt have been more that acceptable, I don’t get too many dinner’s out, (unless you count McDo’s….), so It’s nice to have the excuse to dress up a bit once in a while.
We headed off from the hotel with a couple of the lads and Moo was most delighted to find that her ‘Antwerp flame’ was joining us. Moo is a devil for crushes and seems to have a boy or two in every port, but her object of amour here is Pete, (who sealed the long term affection when we were here last time by showing her that his phone could make pump noises – is there anything more wonderful than that). Pete is a lovely bloke and a great dad who is missing his kids like crazy, so he didn’t seem to mind too much when Moo staked her claim for the seat next to him, and when he managed to get the restaurant staff to rustle up a colouring book and pencils from somewhere, she proceeded to completely ignore me and her dad for the rest of the evening. Which left us free to enjoy some grown up talk without the worry of keeping small person occupied until the food arrived. When it did it was wonderful, a lovely steak with deliciously creamy pepper sauce, mmm. The dads around the table were taking bets that Moo wouldn’t finish her burger as ‘kids just don’t eat that much this late’ and mentally dividing up the spoils. They were in the main disappointed as Moo, who seems to have inherited her mothers bloody minded streak, polished off almost the lot – salad included, it was only the gargantuan ice cream dessert that Pete had ordered as a surprise for her, that defeated her. But as the Aussie across the table pointed out ‘She gave it a fair go’.
I declined to help out with the ice cream, not through any sense of moderation you understand, as the most delicious looking crepes had magically appeared form the kitchen, and it was pancake day after all. We left the restraint a little later as we were beginning to flag a little, Moo through tiredness me through excess of food and I must admit rather a few too many G&T’s, and heaven knows where that champagne had appeared from….. Moo barely made it back to the room before crashing out and I was just about to conk out myself when we had a visitor form one of the other rooms, and proceeded to stay up chatting drinking wine and enjoying each others company till the wee small hours. I wasn’t looking forward to the hangover that was sure to accompany the morning, but at least I didn’t have to get up and go to work. Sorry dear.
A bientot.


Author: hillywillyworld

Living as an 'ex-pat' in Thailand with my daughter Moo and sometimes my Hubby too (when he is not bringing home the bacon from Macau). Sometimes it's funny. Sometimes it's tough. Sometimes it's confusing. Most of the time it's just...random. Join me as I struggle and giggle my way through this thing called life.

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