Good things come to those who wait

We went for a little summer break to Devon last week and had a cracking time. The weather was just amazing and a great time was had by all. However, things nearly went awry and threatened to cast a shadow of woe over the holiday. Especially as food was involved.

We opted to go for a pub meal one evening and found a great pub which not only promised very large portions of cod, but also had a healthy filling of 'locals' and their dogs too. Marvellous. In fact, the place was heaving and when we ordered our four cod 'n' chips, we were told there'd be a 45 minute wait. Well we thought that would be fine - we were in no rush and we had some ale and wine to quaff while we waited.

An hour and a quarter later, I decided enough was enough. I spoke politely (of course) but a tad firmly to the waitress/barmaid/glass collector about the rather gargantuan delay in our food arrival. She was extremely shocked - which was good - and promised that the grub was on it's way.

Moments later, the manageress arrived, apologising profusely. We were very nice to her so she got us all free drinks. Then the monster cods arrived and we were happy. But then the guy who was running the 'Irish bingo' (don't ask) event in the main bar came over to our table. He apologised as well! And then he then gave us five tickets for the 'bingo'. Wonderful. Sadly we lost the bingo but the folks at the Old Barn Inn were just fabulous and proved that good things really do come to those who wait.

Except when waiting for a bus.