When we went out for Len's Birthday meal the other evening, word had travelled that it was a 'special day' to the local restaurant we really love - just a few minutes stroll from the hotel here. Talk about not having any secrets :)
We were led to a lovely candlelit table, overlooking the sea and immediately I could smell jasmine. The tablecloth had been scattered with jasmine flowers :)
But then came the really spooky part, one of the waiters appeared with a frangipani flower, tucked it in my hair and said 'Madam should wear a flower in her hair'. Had he been peeking at this blog? Did he know that my profile picture has been the subject of a few comments?
NOPE 'cos no-one here knows about the blog - it was pure intuition/coincidence or just good PR. I was too stunned to take a piccie of the lovely table but Len did whip out his camera and take this photo:
It's 'write up the Playground day' here and the gates re-open at midnight UK time :)