First of all, the stupid landlord's agents called me last week to say they were reapplying to the tribunal. Forgive my sketchy knowledge of law but I think it's a general principal that you can't jsut go back because she didn't get the answer you wanted (especially if you didn't turn up the first time). The words vexacious and frivolous spring to mind.
I have inherited customer satisfaction as part of my current responsibilities at work. So I am struggling through what we are contractually obliged to do as opposed to what might actually merit some customer satisfaction. Historically this has seemed to mean that we survey them until we get the answer we want so I am engaged in working out how we get some meaningful information ahead of the problems emerging. I didn't duck quite quickly enough when this millstone initiative came along but I am quite enjoying the challenge of working out what we need to do differently. Dull boss only gave me this job as he can't work out what to do with me, but I still think it's an interesting opportunity. We are going through yet another organisational change which means more dust and flurry.
Yesterday, we had lunch here. I had a beautiful celeriac remoulade which I first ate in Paris in 1981. British Home Stores used to sell a beautiful celeriac salad in their take away food section, a rather astonishing piece of foodiness given their overall rather downmarket feel. One daughter had the steak sandwich which she said was the best she had ever had, the other had eggs and toast. The service was a bit inattentive but not too annoying and the food was pretty reasonably priced. Older daughter said she'd like to go back for dinner.
More astonishingly, I ate black pudding on Saturday. I've avoided haggis for all of my residence in Scotland and being a teensy bit squeamish about offal, but we had a late lunch here. The chef used to work at my favourite cafe and he persuaded me to try the morcilla. It was a neat little slice and served with a apple and radish salad. It was beautiful, sort of like a terrine with a strong cinnamon undercurrent. I loved it. Good bread, beautiful olives, interesting Spanish and Argentinian wine list. I can't wait to try dinner there.
Last night we watched the first 4 Buffy episodes from Season 1 and ate minestrone soup. A cosy evening with my girls just the way I like it.
By the way, our fat cat has lost 400g and is henceforth known as "Slim".
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