Peter Dunn looking great! Had a meal with him and Clare last night at Le Chapaire, which made me consider astrology and the like. Chiefly, Bobs bad luck - which is legendary.
...not only is he ill, he is currently iller with an inability to walk.
In days gone by our date night was a Wednesday when we'd join our friends at Tout-la Apero; since Jean-Luc has bunked off with a major eye op that has been closed (get well and SOON, J-L) The team devolved to the newly cleaned Pont restaurant and decided to settle there. But on a Thursday, since they are closed Wednesday.
Alors, last night the captain grimly limped off. Pete was practicing with the band and Clare and I were accompanying himself. It wasn't raining :) and it was most impressive that Bob was making the effort.
Round the corner, Norbert pulled up next to us with the news that the Pont was inexplicably closed. Heigh-ho for Lucs (as was). Norbert loaded the unambulatory and Clare and I trotted along the road.
Getting to Luc's, realised this was a mistake. Not a seat in the place and a deal of noise. I had had the foresight to book a table at Le Chapaire so the team drove/walked there, so early that we disturbed the staff at their meal. All grateful to be able to sit down and order and get a drink...
...our meals arrived. Erika, a very very experienced waitress, lost her grip. Bobs meal was hurled into his lap and thence to the floor.
Erika poured salt onto his lap which would apparently remove the stains. And of course we all ate our meals while Bob watched and awaited and reflected on the bad star he was born under. He did get to eat eventually, of course -
On our way home bumped into happy friends who'd stuck with Lucs place and had no problems - and then I remembered that that very night was the first of Nightingales tenure at the creperie! When himself can walk again, will be there -
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