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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Well, the good news is that I feel a lot less psychotic about Lisa's dental problems since I took a couple of Nurofen Plus last night. I've also located the cloud which has been hanging over us for the past six weeks...

Under a Cloud
It's Hurricane Irene's little sister, pictured from Big Sis's window.

As for Lisa, she still looks like she's slitting her wrists...

Mostly Armless
But in reality she just tripped over a box and scraped her arm on a bookcase. She also leaned over my sister's banister last night to wave to me from the stairs above, and promptly banged her head on the ceiling. The woman's a walking disaster area. Well, I say walking. To be honest, she barely manages that on a good day without falling over. And she's not even the one with a middle ear infection.

Anyhoo, one thing which I probably haven't made clear in the last few days, is that we're visiting Devizes without Amelie. Although she's definitely here in spirit...

Ammi!
Our daughter's currently feeding her face in St Leonards, where she's doing her best to convince my Mum that what Lisa really wants for her birthday is a Peppa Pig cake. It means that her parents have the opportunity to spend a couple of days doing all the things they never get a chance to do. So with that in mind, Lisa spent yesterday afternoon in bed, while I popped out alone to the local charity shops. I was basically left to my own Devizes.

In the evening, however, we reunited for a return trip to this place...

The Well at Bulkington
There was a lot of water in The Well last night. Frankly the car park was almost flooded. But the welcome was enough to warm us up, and the food was hot in more ways than one. For the second time in two days, Lisa spent the evening with her hand over her mouth, looking like she was about to throw up, but that impression couldn't have been further from the truth. In reality, I think she loves their food more than she loves me.

Having tasted some exquisite starters in the form of Pea & Parmesan Risotto and a Cod & Chorizo Fishcake, I then went with the Grilled Pork Tenderloin on a Celeriac & Potato Rosti served with Savoy Cabbage & Bacon with a Stilton & Sage Sauce, followed by a Victoria Plum Crème Brûlée served with Vanilla Shortcake... while Lisa chose the Lasagne and Banoffee Pie. I felt like AA Gill on a night out with Ronald McDonald.

After a brief chat with the owner, during which he said he remembered us from April and made it clear that he'd read my blog, I then proved that there's a fine line between diner and stalker by threatening to return for Sunday lunch. We parted like old friends. Namely, Little and Large. Only funnier.

Ten minutes and five dark, flooded miles later, I suddenly realised that I'd been so busy shmoozing the restauranteur, I'd forgotten to leave a tip. Our love of their food might be paying his mortgage, but his staff might not serve us on Sunday.

4 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

They should be giving you a free meal in return for all this publicity, so why worry about a tip?!

Dave said...

I assume your Mum is hoping they also read the comment column.

jon the bassist said...

<p><span><span>I would gladly recommend the Well to all my friends (of which there are many) just on the strength of this fine review, but I must stress to proprietors Tim and Sam Taylor who sound like lovely people, that they shouldn’t ever feel obliged to offer any additional FREE drinks, main courses or a loan of their car for the week when I am next in the area, on the strength of a massive amount of free business they will almost certainly get. <span> </span><span> </span></span></span>
</p><p><span>p.s NOT TO BE READ BY SAM AND TIM TAYLOR!</span>
</p><p><span>Phil, who said there’s no such thing as a free lunch</span></p>

Phil said...

We'll find out in three hours time...