Once more the brain lets me down

Alternative ways to serve a burger

Are you getting bored with my brain? I certainly am.

Last weekend we went to visit Horace in Chorley – blooming miles away. We had to wait for Mavis to get home from school, at about 4.30pm, before we could set off, and we were all a bit behind with things as there was a plethora of jobs demanding attention during the day so we finally left home at 5,30pm. Almost immediately the sat-nav began warning of traffic and recalculating our route. The eta became later and later; it was just as well we had agreed to eat en route.

After an hour or two we pulled into a service area on the M1. McDonald’s only – not my favourite. I ordered a 1955 burger (my DOB so it seemed appropriate) and Whizz queued while Mavis and I collected napkins, straws, salt, pepper, ketchup and powdered sweetener from the condiment point.

We found a reasonably clear table and when Whizz arrived I was feeling fairly enthusiastic about my meal due to the lateness of the hour.

‘Pass the salt, please.’ Whizz sprinkled it liberally onto his potato wedges.

I grabbed another packet and shared it between potato wedges and burger before taking a bite.

‘Have these wedges got barbecue flavouring on them?’

‘No, I don’t thinks so.’ Whizz tried another, ‘No, mine are plain.’

Mavis ‘chipped’ in ‘Perhaps you’ve put sugar on them. Ha ha!’

She was joking but unsurprisingly, she was right!