If I really like something eg a book, a meal out or a hotel, I'll happily write a review. Equally, if something is really bad I'll do the same.
Yesterday I had a great and unexpected reward: we had lunch out at a local restaurant and it was magnificent. Every course was unusual and absolutely delicious. The pudding alone will linger in my memory. Anyway, as we left I asked, on impulse, if we could see the chef. (Never done anything like that before). I wanted to shake his or her hand. He was summoned. I don't know what I expected but he was as gorgeous as his cooking! He was so handsome that I could only mumble, 'Thanks'. DH was very amused!
Needless to say I went straight to TripAdvisor to write a five star review.
I'm too embarrassed to go back though!
Giving my pots a bit of a boost after the winter
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother



