The next few days Lorna and the little cowboy walked around with faces as stiff as and expressionless as plastic balls, and now it wasn't only me who suffered under the strain, as she was short and rude to Richard, but I overheard Katka trying to convince her that she had no hand in lending the car, it was all Richard's fault! Little bugger, I heard her cajoling Richard into borrowing the car, and now she played the innocent!
So now I was let a little off the hook, and when she caught the little cowboy with a glas full of whisky to his lips, her cup ran over, and she erupted like a volcano!
Friday night it was again me doing the cooking, Lorna assisting.We had a table of twelve people booked, and I got everything ready during the morning,as it was locals who had already gave their orders over the phone, so that that at least can go smoothly. But that was not to be, as Katka was at her best, walking around with a holy smirk on her face, having convinced Lorna that she had nothing to do with the crash. I was getting more and more frustrated as the evening wore on, as it was so annoying if utensils you still needed just disappeared into the dishwasher, but when I remonstrated with Katka, Fiona jumped to her aid, asking me if I wanted to do my own cleaning, and I said that it would suit me fine!
When the orders for the twelve people came in, I took all the previously prepared food out, and put it in the sequence that it had to be cooked, some of course taking longer than others. Then I got the stuff to be fried out of the meat fridge, got my veggies all lined up, got the plates out, ready for the salads to be put on.
I had checked with Mary's order list, and sure that all was out and ready, I started , Lorna at the ready to to the steaks and the venison medallions, and of course the salads, and all was done in good time, but when I started dishing up, one plate had veggies in, but there was nothing else ready for it.
I checked the list, and found that there was a steak and ale pie missing, and I felt my neck hair raising, as I distinctly remember taking it out, and why I remembered was because I had to still put the crust on, ready to be baked.
The pie was nowhere on the work table, and when I looked in the fridge, there it was, all done up, ready for the oven. I looked at the lot around me, and Lorna looked very guilty, and Katka just looked innocent, and I knew that Mary would never touch anything she had no knowledge of. But as always, nobody took the blame, and all of them just stared at me with their basilisc eyes, until Mary broke the silence, and got me into third gear, putting the pie in the convection oven that cooked it in about two minutes, but I was suddenly drained, and very tired!