Took Mum over to Daylesford (those of you who read the Sunday broadsheets will know that this is the Cotswold Farm shop frequented by the rich and famous and of course a few nobodys like us). We had hoped to see one of the restaurant staff, a young Goan who became friendly with Mum when she and Barbara could still afford to come here for tea but unfortunaltely he as having to work elsewhere so it wasn't possible. Generously and a bit embarrassingly, he picked up the tab for our coffee. Hope the staff discount is a heafty one.We had lunch of an eye-wateringly expensive sandwich in Stowe which arrived after a long wait but what do you expect from a Cotswold tourist village beloved of the green welly brigade?
After dropping Mum at home we joined John and Jill for a Chinese meal that more than made up for lunch.
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