My perfect meal

The best meal I ever ate, was Christmas dinner when we lived and worked in Blackpool, we’d been there a week before we got work, I worked in the pub near where we lived (a grotty bed-sit) and Steve worked in a hotel further up the coast, it was christmas day and we both worked the dinner shift, we were absolutely skint and when I say skint, I mean we didn’t have a penny to our name and hadn’t eaten properly for three day’s, I felt really down, but still wore a smile, the pub closed and the boss gave us all a bottle of wine and a box of sweets and my tip’s of course, I was so made up, the feeling was unbelievable, I couldn’t describe it if I had the words (if you know what I mean)

I went back home (to grotty bed-sit) and waited for Steve to finish and come home, “Oh my god” when he did he had a big box just full of food, all cooked and ready to eat, duck, turkey, roasties, veg all wrapped in foil and two slices of cake and two bottles of wine wrapped in Christmas paper, oh the smell and the joy when we unwrapped it all, “two kids, first Christmas” lol (the hotel where he worked had so much left over that they shared it between the “staff on”) it was bloody marvelous. We had our Christmas dinner on the bed, laughing our heads off watching Dudley Moore being Arthur, so much so that Steve fell off the bed lmao. Good day’s.

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