Oof. We’re back. I’ve left Stena Line with some full and frank feedback on the difference between something called ‘tastes like fresh milk’ and actual fresh milk – they really shouldn’t leave those little comment slips out where people can get hold of them while they’re at a loose end on a ferry.
Anyway, we’re all a bit knackered, so I’m going to leave you with a selection of holiday snaps. Just be grateful I didn’t invite you round to show you the whole lot, maybe with a slide show …
Just be grateful I didn’t invite you round to show you the whole lot, maybe with a slide show …
Depends on how fresh your milk is
well ours at least came out of a cow, as opposed to those little plastic pot things
Reminds me of a friend who ordered a freshly squeezed orange juice in a London hotel.
After sipping it the question was, “when was this freshly squeezed?”.
Embarrassed waiter comes back, “… er, yesterday”.
hehe!
you did well to get the guillemots picture.
John
Are those the reeks?
John – they were actually fairly approachable, for some reason
J – eh?
I love those comment slips – often they’re not large enough to get the whole comment off your chest though.
There may be a reason for that.
Indeed – luckily they often leave plenty of them that you can continue your comment on as many as you like, number them and fold carefully (origami class optional) so they don’t get separated.
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