A dinner party with a difference

We hired a chef to visit our hen party in a Cotswolds barn.
Everyone was pretty excited about having a five-course feast made especially for us at home.

Sadly the drunk, and possibly alcoholic chef, rocked up an hour-and-a-half late. He missed out key ingredients, didn't do certain things he'd promised, told off the girls for having fireworks between the main course and dessert, instructed another girl to put some knickers on (she did have underwear on) and then made another girl cry when she tried to talk to him about how badly he'd behaved.

Enough was enough. I marched into the kitchen and gave him his marching orders only to be told he wouldn't leave and would spend the night on the sofa if he had to.

When I told him his payment was withdrawn and the police were about to be called he scarpered. As I showed him the door his final farewell, growled at me as he stormed down the drive, was "F**k you!"

Nice! Luckily we had plenty of wine left and toasted to a night none of us would ever forget!!!