Dbee Robinson Artist - The Fat Struggling Menopausal Artist

We recently went to one of our favourite restaurants, the award winning  ‘Sams at 33’  for a Sunday roast. These two roast dinners must have been the most expensive roasts we have ever had at a whopping cost of over £200. And a pretty cringeworthy moment during our Christmas dinner.  Let me explain.... Every month we like to go out for a roast dinner, and the best one we know in calm surroundings of the Denvilles club with lovely staff  is  ‘Sams at 33’ . Sam is the Chef and his Sister Danielle is the Head waitress and what a lovely team they make. Nothing is too much trouble and they are always welcoming. So there we were just a couple of weeks before Christmas enjoying our roast beef dinners when Chef popped over and said hi to us. I exclaimed how surprised I was to see he was working Christmas Day but not surprised to hear he was fully booked within days of offering a Christmas Day dinner.  “That’s a shame,” I stated, “We may have been interested” “I will fit you tw

Well thats 3 hours of my time I will never get back! With Christmas close at hand I thought I would put up some Christmas lights. After finding the box of dangling blue lights in amongst the multitude of Christmas tat we own, I spent a further 30 mins untangling them outside in the cold late afternoon.  Carefully I put the instructions and detachable plug back in the box for safe keeping while I started to hang them. Considering I have no hooks or places to put hooks, the job was done in just over an hour and the only war wounds came from the holly in the garden and trapping my fingers in the window when routing the electric cable into the house.  Light outside was fading fast, and with everything almost ready for the official lighting of The Shrubbery, all that was left to do was plug in the lights and enjoy. However I couldn't find the plug in the box, it has disappeared. The box had a hole in the bottom and with the ground covered in bark, and being the same colo