Bread basket

We had supper at a nice restuarant on Friday.

The first sign you're at a nice restuarant is when they ask if you've booked.  We hadn't, but they were able to fit us in.

The second hint you're in a classy establishment, is the bread basket they deliver shortly before the meal you ordered arrives.  Interesting one this...  "Here, have some dry bread, yes... you've arrived."
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It could be a confidence thing, "Our food is so good we can leave this basket of bread infront of you, and not worry about you filling up on carbs before your lamb cutlets arrive..."

Possibly a little injoke.  "Here, eat some dry bread... we're about to over charge you for the meal you ordered, later, we may make you dance like a monkey.".

Bread sticks or not, the food was good and I left satisfied.

I switched on the kettle this morning.  No joy.  No joy with the toaster either, or the microwave.  I wondered whether we'd suffered a monstrous infrastructure failure... but further investigation revealed that there was one  electric device functioning.  The prepaid electricity meter screen. Reading "0.0".

I got a sympathetic, knowing look from the lady at the BP when I hobbled in clutching a handle full of money at 6:12.