My days off were spent taking my kids around to all my favourite spots and it was on one of this trips that Stephan also tasted black pudding, and decided that Haggis was his number one food, followed by black pudding. If there is one thing I just could not eat, it was black pudding, although I have tasted it, and the taste was quite nice, but not being used to the idea of pig blood mixed with oats and herbs as a food, I could not bring myself to swallow it.
All too soon it was time to say goodbye to Trienkie and Stephan, and for me to start rethinking my situation, as Anne was getting funnier by the day, and I was very unhappy taking orders for breakfast, when the guests tackled me with complaints about the bedding, and the smell from the dirty fryers, and the fact that the towels were worse than bally hessian bags.
One morning Anne came into the kitchen wearing a pair of flip flops that were about four sizes too big for her, and on seeing me throwing her a disgusted look when she entered the diningroom where the already disgruntled guests were still eating, she told me that she had forgotten her shoes in Edinbugh, where she worked twice a week as a nurse. I was really stunned, as her home was now the hotel, where she stayed for five days, and two days away when working, so how on earth could she not have any shoes at the inn!
That night Rosemarie and self were in the kitchen, and the older daughter was doing the waitressing in the diningroom, and she was doing well on her own, getting the orders right, and not dawdling when the food was ready.
Then Anne came in, still wearing the too big flip flops, with a pair of black pants a few numbers too small, and when Rosemarie gave a gasp and said something about her best top, Anne colly explained that she had no clean tops, so she borrowed one from her daughter. If the woman had a firm body all would have been kind of okay, but she had a white, flabby layer of wobbly fat like a car tyre hanging over her too small pants, and a pair of humongous boops wriggling like two blamanches in the front of the low cut top, and I kept my breath when she moved, scared that the boops would jump out from their skimpy cover!
I got all goose pimply when this apparition, after first having hot words with Rosemary over the top that I also thought would be ruined, decided to go into the restaurant where all the guests were dressed up smartly! It was like a bally nightmare, watching through the small scircle in the door how Anne made her way through the tables, laughing and talking to the guests.
The poor daughter must have had one huge shock, as she burst through the kitchen door like a tornado, her face red and tears running down her cheeks, with Anne on her heels, boops now almost completely free from the small top,  A terrible scene then played off, with Anne shouting at the child that it was her hotel, and she would go where she wished, at which the girl ran upstairs, vowing to go back to university immediately!