The Beast will be somewhat occupied for the next few days as Mr C has skipped the country for a bit of sun , leaving Beast holding the baby (well 2 dogs and 2 kitchen shifts to be exact).
Its all been a bit of a blur this week .
Firstly Mr C managed to lose his chef (ran away in the midle of a shift as debtors had tracked him down)
The washup - too dozy to find his way into work without the chef .
My car blew up the day before I was supposed to be picking up the dogs and driving Mr C to the airport (Had to hire another one).
But happily the cafe kitchens will be manned by a combination of Myself , Frobisher and a pair of trannies(skidding about on 9 inch stiletto's , wigs eskew , makeup running in the heat......and thats only Frobisher) and somehow , god willing, Dorchester's finest eatery will survive the week with its reputation intact.