After breakfast I had to first bake scones, as we had none ready, and scones were a very popular order during the morning. We had a group of older villagers that came in every morning to have a coffee or two, and a scone or cake, and then sat talking and reading the papers, on which a very lively discussion would then ensue.
I had just taken a pot of lentil soup that I had put on in-between serving up breakfasts off the stove, when Tony came in, lifted the lid, then took a spoon to have a taste, and my eyes nearly popped when he just threw the rest of the soup on the spoon that he had tasted, back in the pot! I  was so disgusted, and when he left I poured the soup out into the sink, and started another pot. No ways will I serve that soup, not with his bad teeth! Anyway, I would not serve the soup after something like that, no matter whether the person who tasted it had the cleanest teeth on earth!
All this kept me back a lot, as I had a lot of baking and cooking to do, and I needed to peel veggies afresh for the soup.
The scones looked beautiful, not always the case with the antiquated ovens I had to work with, and they were on the cooling rack waiting for me to pack away when cold, when in sailed Tony again, and without washing his hands, started pawing each and every scone. He didn't get far, as I moved like bally lightning, grabbed the cooling rack that he hadn't touched yet, and dumped it in the holder, and closed the lid securely! The rest I put in a holder that I marked with a red X, then froze, ready to serve only to Tony and his family!
When the boys came down to help Tony get a grip on the pub, and help Jo with all the other things that had to be done, I begged them to tell Tony about Health and Safety rules, and about hygiene in the kitchen, and they promised to see to it.
They told me later that they had recommended to Tony and Jo both to attend a health and Safety lecture, as there the importance of cleanliness in the kitchen would be made very clear to them. But they had told them that on entering the kitchen, they had to wash their hands before touching anything.
They were not Scottish, but from what kind of background they were I did not know. In the meantime I kept a close eye on everything in the kitchen, and never did I leave anything outside where Tony could paw or taste it when I was not there to grab it away. I was never before in such a hurry to clear away any food, and had now started to freeze a lot of stuff, too scared that he would have a taste of it in my absence. The boys were doing the kitchen when I was off, and I was sure that they would keep my new boss in check!