I had promised Bryan that I would stay with them through the season, as otherwise it would be a waste to change the whole set-up, making converting my the laundry into a roo m for me, as it meant that he had to do a lot of plumbing to get water to the other room, and he also had to put in a sink, and a draining system. But as the days wore on there was a lot of skirmishes between the two of us, as she wanted to do everything on the cheap, and that did not work for me. When a lot of really fatty and low grade mince was delivered one morning, I just had enough, and told her that I was not cooking any meals with that, or make the hamburger patties.
Of course she flew into a rage, threw one humongous tantrum, and bellowed for Bryan to come and back her up. I showed him the meat, and he was really upset, as it consisted of about seventy percent fat, and the rest was about twenty percent meat, and then there was bits of very red meat looking like lungs or some kind of intestine. He but I could see that he was a bitty scared of Anne, so I told her that she would loose all the loyal customers, and that serving inferior food will give the hotel a bad name, and that I knew for a fact that everyone was eating at the newly done up Munro Inn. She didn't like that, and went on and on about Joe lying about the clientele, but I stayed calm, and told her that as I was in the kitchen during the last two seaons, I knew what we did and did not do. Bryan managed to calm her down, and she said that she would take back the mince and bring a better quality!But I was not a happy cooky!
I think that on seeing what her cheap meat looked like, she had a bit of a shock, and she brought back some really nice mince.
One night some food came back, as there was a hair in, not a human hair, but one of their Labrador's. As I saw all the white hair in the corridors, and also found some in the kitchen earlier that morning, I meant to say something at the right time, as it was unhigienic, and I couldn't see why the dog had to walk through the corridors to go for his walks, as they could easily take him out of the back door of the cottage. So this dog hair in the food was the last straw, and the next day I told her that I was not happy with the hair all over the kitchen, and that the possibility of more hair in the food was big, and that they had to try and keep him from shedding hair all over!
So, she put up another of her shows, spitting out the coffee she had just taken a sip of, and screamed at me, asking me if I wanted her to put her dog down! Poor Bryan had to come and restore the peace, but when I found him alone later I told him that I wasn't used to all this pallava, and if one more plate of food came back. I'm walking.
But when I saw Rosemary the daughter walking through the hotel again with the dog at her heels. I knew that Anne was not the type that would give a step backwards to fix things, and as the job I was offered at the Munro Inn was now filled, I kept quiet, but decided to keep my eyes open. as I would not put up with dog hair in the food!