Its been one long round of work , work and more work .
It was decided that iether Cafe C or Mr C needed a facelift , with limited time and a credit crunched budget Mr C was packed off with great wadges of masking tape and a bulldog clip at the back of his neck holding everything in place cunningly hidden under a cartwheel hat with stuffed animals and piles of fruit on top
The far easier and cheaper option of revamping the Cafe exterior was taken. Marvel dear reader at Mr C's golden sconces
Other Cafe C related news.
We had a health inspection and managed to blag FOUR FECKING GOLD STARS.......how cool is that.
A frankly barking Mavis Boyle made a comeback
Mavis/Frobisher confided to me next morning that they found it hard to believe he wasnt born a natural woman..... make of that gentle reader what you will!
On the whole Cafe C has been a happy ship sailing the high seas of culinary excellence heaving to on occasion to phillibuster the local competition , and possibly scrape Captain C's barnacles .This is blatantly an excuse to bandy that old nautical favourite His bottom is foul (look it up....the term dumbass not Mr C's FOUR FECKING GOLD STAR HYGENICALLY CLEAN bottom)
However we have had our instances of discord , just this past weekend The Beasts fantastical plate dressing skills were called into questions......and cross words were had