Poor Anna was very distressed about her two nails that were lost, but as she brought a spare set, she sat for ages to fix the damage, and it was late before she at last put the light out. Of course she never gave another thought to the fact that we had to work at ten, and I had my work cut out to get her out of bed. We were both very tired still from the previous day, as it was a lot for two women who had it quite easy so far! But we got through it all, racing against time, but still having a lot of fun, as we couldn't wait to hit our pillows. I thought I would never be able to get up ever again, but when the alarm went off, I managed it, albeit a bitty stiff legged and and a slight back ache! Anna again proved a hard nut to crack, but as I reminded her, she had nowhere to go in case they fired us, she reluctantly lifted herself out of bed to begin her hour long ablutions.
It was the same again, Anna drifting regally down the stairway, people gaping at this 'royalty' in this small little inn, but she was very happy with the result, and smiled seductively at all the men, before disappearing into the washing-up corner!
It was not long before Anna gave a dispairing little cry, and I ran from where I was doing a few puds to see what was up! The two nails that took hours fixing, had come off within minutes after she started the washing up. I was almost clobbered when I suggested she took the whole lot off for the duration of our stay.
But that was a bally disastrous night for me! As Emma had stressed that the microwave in the office was not ever used for anything but the puds, and that the temperature was set at just the right strength, I never bothered checking, and I put three brownies in, turn the timer accordingly, and ran to get the strawberries ready for the other pud. I was halfway through this when a strange, kind of burning sugar smell drifted into the kitchen, and my tummy summersalted, and my heart plunged right down to my shoes, and I legged it to the office. A thick black cloud of smoke was playfully storming out of the office, and down the corridor to the pub, that being next to the office. I tried to get into the office, with no avail, just coughed and inhaled a lot of smoke. Anna scared me almost to death when she suddenly appeared from behind the smoke curtain, her hair so wild it looked like she had an electric shock! Within seconds Joe, Rosanne and her hubby Ged, and Alex were on the scene, and there I stood, knowing that it would be me that was gonna be fired, and with my nose running, eyes streaming, and coughing fit to be treated for tb, I tried to explain.
I could hear the people in the pub coughing, and Emma came in to say that a lot of would be diners were leaving! I cried like a baby with bad colic!
I did not know who used the microwave, and altered the settings, but when Joe asked me that, I saw Alex, who up to now stood very innocently watching this episode, silently disappear into the kitchen, and I knew it was him, but did not say it out loud!
Rosanne was also a chef, and worked with Alex over the week-ends, which we found a killer, as there was an almighty lot of washing-up!