Feeling tall

An airport trip today, not for me to go somewhere (for a change) but to deliver my very good friend C ahead of her flight home to Canada. We go back a very long way, C and I. We have known one another since we were giggly 13-year-olds, and have remained close friends despite living on different continents for most of our lives.

We decided to have lunch in Staines, and chose a Chinese buffet restaurant, where they charge you a set fee to eat as much as you want. As neither of us has a huge appetite, we probably subsidised others to gorge themselves, but hey ho.

This sign on the door amused us, a no-arguments guide to which rate customers are charged. We loved it because we're both quite petite, and for once it made us feel tall!