All sorts of memories of Bernies, but one day sticks in my mind.
Some friends had made a breakthrough and wanted to confirm a link between their new extension and the original route down the cave. The plan was to find someone suitable to follow a small wet crawl and remove any doubt.
Having been recruited the night before all I had to do was grab a breakfast and we were off.
Being the only non local and only one who needed a breakfast meant all eyes were on me!
Finding a cafe was no problem.
Placing an order was no problem.
Getting a seat at a table was no problem.
Waiting a while was no problem.
Waiting another while was no problem.
Hearing numbers nowhere near mine may have started to be a problem.
Watching the pressure rise in Watto's expression was becoming a problem.
The pressure building in Watto really was a problem.
If Watto blew I knew it would be a problem.
Then it happened - Watto blew!
He snatched my order number from my grasp.
Snatched a random breakfast from the young lad serving.
Thrust the number into the the worried lads hand.
Told him it was now my breakfast and we had waited long enough.
I am not sure if was happy to receive the breakfast after waiting well over an hour, but I was very clear - I had to eat the breakfast fast before Watto's frustration turned to me and show gratitude.
The day was then set in stone as after that day out "Late Breakfast Series" was named in honour of an excessively drawn out Bernies experience.
Wardy