The Father Person will bring me flowers today. He always does on 1 December. Because about a million years ago when we were young we officially got engaged on 30 November/1 December.
In brief: Went on a five day hike with some friends and after long and arduous wandering he said to me: “You have to marry me.” And I said: “OK.” That’s it – “unofficially engaged.” I said I was being brief! And if you need the full and convoluted story then pop over to the Otter Trail in the Se7en Significant Hikes Post to read all the gory details…
Now if you know the father person then you would know that “unofficially” is just not good enough for him, he needs a bended knee moment and a ring. Little did he know how fussy I was about things like rings. Oh the pressure, you are only going to buy a ring once it has to be totally perfect!
Weeks later (actually I have no idea how much later) he had his moment. Ring chosen. He whipped me out for pizza to our first pizza spot – see he is nice like that, he remembers stuff. (Wish I was the same don’t ever ask me our anniversary date!!!). And since I am being brief then you can read more about our official engagement in this post: Happy Anniversary… and Se7en Wedding Tips!!!
To celebrate this auspicious occasion the father person treated us to Sunday Lunch at The Foresters Arms. Which is the same pub that we had our wedding reception at – in the olden days when we were young…
So here is the Foresters Arms, Forries for short… in all its Sunday Lunch glory…
This is where the people sit:
And then in a shady green garden to the side, this is where the people with kids sit:
Give me kids!!! And here is flash peep at the menu…
And here is the table waiting for lunch:
And the celebrity chef waiting for the same:
Here we go: chicken and chips, spaghetti, steak roll, burgers.
And one person, who shall remain out of the picture, had mussels – Hmmmmmmm. Yes I do judge an eatery by its mussels!!! Brilliant!!!
Stopped by the carvery as well – roast heaven on a plate, and when I told them that our entire meal was R12.95 (under $2.) per person – way back in the olden days. Their mouths hung open and then their were gasps of: “This is not possible.” Now you know it was really a while back!!!
Anyway lunch was fabulous – always has been, and since I grew up a block from Forries I consider myself to be an expert on their cuisine!!! Otherwise it was very kid friendly with lots of careful parenting going on and a couple of wild hoods on the loose!!! I am sure they are supposed to be on the jungle gym and not clambering in the shady trees above it, but like my youngest child I can be fairly oblivious too!!!
And the funniest thing of all, from a non-reading hood: “Why would they hurt that poor tree by nailing that sign to it.” Then I had to explain all about the price one has to pay sometimes for self-protection!!!
So here we go many many years after our official engagment, Se7en +1 of my favorite people in the world, out for Sunday lunch with their father person.
Thanks to Forries for the great Sunday lunch, not to mention the great wedding reception in the olden days when we were young. And thanks to the father person for remembering things, not to mention the impending flowers!!!
This Post is part of The Thirty Minute Mom’s Challenge at Steady Mom.