Upon presenting myself to the sun room for a fine breakfast, I discovered not one rasher of bacon upon the platter. It seems the cook's uniforms had not been returned from the laundry, and she did not wish to damage herself while cooking. She was able,
In this restaurant, dating back to the days of socialism, I was surreptitiously followed behind this "partition" by several pairs of eyes, but I still managed to do a quick "public flashing". Heh
