I was not Happy! This people I found to be my worst nightmare haunting the bally daylights out of me, and I was contemplating to go home, but Hanna and Liz got really upset with me, telling me that I have to just stick to my guns, but that was easier said than done, as I knew why I was chosen to be the baddy. One light point was that Susan, the 'head of the kitchen' and self were getting along very well, and she just recommended that I ignore things that seemed to be churlish, not naming her parents, but I knew what she meant.
But the constant bickering from my employers was trying to undermine my self confidence, and I was making a lot of mistakes that was unneccesary, and when I met Russel in Callender once, he couldn't believe that I was still there. I then found out that people took bets when I started at this hotel about how long I would stay there, as not one of them, except Irene, who was now the chef at the Benn Shaen, stayed for longer than three weeks!
One morning while doing prep I found that there was no potatoes for mash, but there was a lot of new potatoes that was too big to use, and as I knew that it was going to be a busy lunch time, I decided to peel the largest ones and do some mash, and do more when the little cowboy came down and go to the shops, me not knowing at what time the veg would be delivered.
I was happily doing that, standing on my healthy leg, when Lorna and the little cowboy came into the kitchen to get themselves a breakfast. On seeing me peeling the new potatoes, and remember, I was now working here for two and a half months, and boiling new potatoes every morning, she stopped in her tracks, looked at me in horror, and exclaimed in a thin voice: 'Christine, you do NOT peel new potatoes, what is wrong with you? You just wash them!''
Standing behind her, his face a picture of innocence, the little cowboy just had to put his penny in the poorbox: ' Yes!Yes! You don't peel new potatoes, just wash them, the skin just in disintegrates!'  I clamped and unclamped my hands! 'Oh Lord', I prayed, 'help me, or I am going to commit one gruesome double murder!
I tried to stay calm, and told them that as I couldn't find the little cowboy earlier, and the greengrocers hadn't delivered yet, I was using this bigger new potatoes to make mash, seeing that it was becoming late, and sausage and mash was a very popular lunch time meal! This old battle ax, instead of giving just a tiny bit of recognition, knowing that they had been a bitty silly in not enquiring about the potatoes, just stormed out, the little cowboy, now not looking so self satisfied short on her heels!