24th December 2018
So it is Christmas Eve, and Kelli is in the kitchen again cooking up some wonderful food for tomorrow. I was busily painting a storage bench in the kitchen, occasionally sampling some of the food. I thought it was the ideal place to be. The music was good, my singing not so great, but you can get away with anything at this time of year.
I wanted to go out for dinner in the evening, but when we phoned around everywhere we tried closed early, what the heck people!
We finally found a place that couldn’t give a shit about Christmas, a Thai restaurant!
To say that the Thai Palace lacked ambience was an understatement, there would be more atmosphere on the moon. We should have known when there were no cars in the car park . They also didn’t serve any alcohol, this was a disaster, and we knew it was a mistake.
When my vegetable fried rice dish arrived it looked like the result of a land mine explosion, Kelli’s was no better. The waiter had lost the will to live, and spent more time on his phone than attending to us.
We quickly ate what we could, and left the Thai Palace to fade into the darkness.
The only thing that could have been worse was if Sting and Bono would have turned up to play.
Another Lifetime to go 