Sigh . . .

  

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I had a lovely breakfast with my father yesterday.  It is such a blessing for me to be able to have breakfast with him. Something which just a year ago I could not have imagined.  His treat too, which is nice, although I would gladly pay to spend time with him.  I know it means a lot to him to have company when he goes for breakfast, but I wonder sometimes if he knows how much it means to me.  Probably not.

I was a bit miffed with the waitress yesterday.  She stuck us at a cramped tiny table right next to the toilets. My father goes there every Saturday and Sunday mornings. Has done for years.  He is not a customer who is hard to please. He is courteous and polite. He always leaves a very generous tip.  He likes to have his toast on an extra plate. He doesn't like it on his eggs. There was very little space at that tiny table, not when you take into consideration that there were other things on it besides our plates.  He did say at the start that he thought the table too small and couldn't we sit elsewhere and I thought she was very rude to him in her manner. I know that Saturdays are busy.  But I saw other groups of two people come in after and they were seated at tables for four. Some even at tables for 8. I don't think it was too much to ask for a regular customer to be seated at a more generous table or to be treated with courtesy.

It really bothers me when people are unkind in their manner towards my dad.  I know he is old and sometimes he likes to look at the ladies too much. But he is never unkind to others. I was just really miffed by her attitude.  I would have been saying . . . "no tip for you!" if I had been paying, but I wasn't so I bit my tongue.  It wasn't just the table, it was her whole attitude.  She was curt and unpleasant. Maybe she was just having a bad day, but at the end of the day, it costs nothing to be kind, and there are always two ways to say or do anything.  One doesn't mind taking bad medicine if it is sugar coated.

I guess we just live in a different world these days. Nice no longer matters to some.

 

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Getting off my soap box now.  I don't have a lot of time this morning. I was up early and watched church in the UK, and now have to get ready to go to church here.  I must go and get ready, so I will leave you with a thought and a promise that I will be back tomorrow with much more to day, and it won't be a moan and a groan! 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.Either you run the day
or the day runs you.•。★★ 。* 。

 

  

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Baked Apple Cider Donuts.  A small batch of deliciousness. 

Have a wonderful Sunday.  Whatever you get up to, I hope it blesses you.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!