Pickled

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

Today was a busy day. 

I started the day by finishing off my latest Cutie story for Fazzy's children. Fazzy asked me to write one about Cutie getting sick and having to go to the doctor because she has issues getting Hani to the doc. 

The story turned out quite well and I printed it out and took it round to Fazzy's for brunch. It is also Shahier's birthday tomorrow so we had a pre-birthday celebration. I bought Shahier a card from me and Caro, but also found one with a picture of a big orange cat on it. So I bought that too and wrote inside, "Happy Birthday Shahier from Dave".

The kids LOVED that. Hani wanted to know if that was really Dave on the card and when was Dave's birthday so I said sure it was and also wow, it just so happens it is also DAVE'S birthday tomorrow. So then Hani got very excited and started making a birthday card for Dave. 

Poor Shahier. His birthday got quite forgotten about. Oh, and now I have to write a story about Dave's birthday party.

But I don't mind. In fact, I love it. Fazzy's children are just adorable, they had even made me a thank you card for the stories and Hani clung to my leg to try and make me stay at the end of my visit. 

But I had to go, because I had also booked a table at Duncan's brewery for their monthly pop-up pub with Joshua and Tiger. As usual, the lads were hilarious and we had a fun time. 

One of the really great things about Duncan's is that it backs onto a food place* called "Smoked and Pickled" which does really great smoked meats (brisket, chicken, pork) and this goes really well with the exotic fruity beers that Duncan's specialises in.

In today's picture, you can see the rusty pig at the order window for Smoked & Pickled, and to the right of the picture a HUGE jar of pickled onions. Tiger decided he had to have that jar and proudly brought it back to our table. He was fiddling around in there for an onion when - I'm not sure what happened - but it seemed like all the onions decided to LEAP out of the jar at once, and make a bid for escape.

ALL OVER ME.

I WAS DRENCHED.

I could see the vinegar soaking into my SHIRT. Into my JEANS. I could even feel it settling into my UNDERPANTS.

Tiger was mortified. 

"Aw mate!" he said, "I am SO sorry! That was a LOT of pickle juice!" he added, laughing uproariously. 

Well, maybe I was wrong about the mortification.

Caro also laughed at me two hours later, when I returned home STINKING of a chippy. 

And after that I slept and slept and slept. It had been a big day at the end of a big week. 

I washed my clothes first.

S.

* I can't really call it a restaurant. It is sort of like a shack. With pickles.