It was the meal with the stalker family from home.
You know, the ones that chose to come to st Agnes at the same time as us because we were coming. And are now trying to book a cottage in the same village as us for the October half term.
She caught me on the hop when she asked me about meeting up for a meal and I couldn't think of an excuse quick enough.
It was quite a nice night in the end but I'm sick of seeing them - they keep popping up on the beach every time we were there.
Oh - and I was the only one wearing sparkly fit flops, jeans and a striped t shirt tonight. Fortunately they haven't started dressing like me yet.
So we go to Cornwall and this family are there, always on the beach, in the same pubs, they are even going to Gosforth mid-term. We had a meal with them tonight in a posh pub and she turned up in a clown wig, kipper slippers and a bloody pineapple on her head.
It's a shame though isn't it Debih, it does seem if you only saw them now and then you could quite enjoy it
Honestly it sounds as though the mother has prompted the eldest to eg ask yours where you're going for half term...how many kids do you know who would either ask the question, or know the answer?