For lunch today we joined Mum, Elizabeth, Danni, and Ella at The Wheel Inn, where the attentive and friendly staff had laid on an excellent meal to celebrate our mother’s birthday. Apparently Mum had been asked this morning by a new member of staff at Woodpeckers Care Home how old she was. She got her sums wrong and said she was 98. When asked the year of her birth she said “1922”. The staff member displayed her mathematical ability by correcting “the birthday girl”, who was “disappointed” but amused. I quipped that she could not get to that 100 by losing a year.
We began with presents and cards. Elizabeth held our bouquet so Mum could enjoy an appreciative sniff. Because Mum’s sight is not very good Jackie had chosen a pop-up card that she could also feel.Elizabeth’s present was a wooden owl capable of being suspended from the ceiling.
It is worth noting that Jackie’s starter of prawn salad,
her main course of ham , egg, and chips, and her equally proportioned lemon drizzle and ice cream dessert were all OAP portions.
My starter was calamari, which was followed by
fish, chips, peas, and tartare sauce, also, without the sauce, tucked into by our mother for whom it is a favourite.
Ella sampled a beer mat first,
then moved onto a large, squeaky, broccoli floret.
Her G-Ma and her mother both chose tempura prawn starters to which we all discovered
Ella to be most partial.
Danni chose moules mariniere as her main course. Her daughter snaffled some of that, too.
Prawn risotto was Elizabeth’s choice of main meal. Creme brulé was her dessert.
Possibly because I had been forced to add one third of Mum’s fish and a modicum of her chips, I could not manage a dessert.
Her blackberry and apple crumble and ice cream that the kitchen staff brought in, topped by a candle, to the tune off “Happy Birthday”, was no trouble for “the Birthday girl” to wolf down. After she had rapidly blown out the candle so that she could get on with the important business in hand.
Mum drank orange juice; Jackie, Diet Coke; Elizabeth, a lager I can’t remember; while my beverage was Ringwood’s Best.
I require no more sustenance this evening so I’m going to watch some rugby.