Monday, 27 May 2013
Eat, drink and keep the boy happy: how to enjoy a birthday lunch
I had picked this pub for two reasons. Firstly it was on toptable and enabled me to earn 1,000 points in one meal (kerching !) bringing us ever closer to a dining cheque to spend on a future meal - usually at the end of a month when there is more month than salary. Secondly it promised a garden suitable for children which considering our son is now constantly on the move and always on the verge of a tantrum seemed a good compromise enabling us to all enjoy the afternoon. As it was we have learned that if he has the option to play he won't eat. No matter how hungry he is nor how delicious the food we've chosen for him.
It made me realise why I can't live in a place like Dulwich. I was in a shop yesterday in another chi-chi part of London and overheard a mother with her children in Fat Face where they were trying on clothes and the poor staff were trying to keep track of what they were buying as they insisted on keeping the items on complete with security tags. "Livvy you can wear that to Switzerland." and "Sebastian do you want to keep that t-shirt ?" called out the well-heeled mother oblivious to the growing queue behind her or the existence of anyone other than her brood. I just don't have that sense of entitlement.
If he ever drives home in this I'll know we've finally lost the plot (and probably all our marbles too).