Grumpy Old Man?

I knew it was there just waiting to come out but it caught me by surprise this lunchtime in Debenhams cafe. Barbara and I had looked at the board by the entrance and decided on the panini/pot of tea combination. First of all, there was no one around so I went and asked the young woman at the till who told me we ordered "Up there". Barbara was covering that position but no one came until we had resolved to go elsewhere. Once we'd selected and ordered, we went to pay to find we were charged for the tea. Apparently the special offers on the board only apply after 1430. I went back to check and we paid up. Bloody small print!
I'd been at the pension forum in the Station Hotel and Barbara had come in with me to do a bit of shopping. I stayed longer than I'd expected listening to the Deputy General Secretary of Nautilus UK (my union), Peter McEwen, bring us up to date on the latest actuarial valuation of the pension. Quite an alarming deficit really but, as he is recipient of the same pension, we accepted his reassurance that things were okay. However, I overstayed and Barbara was trying to get in touch when I switched on the mobile. Still we met up pretty swiftly and went to refuel. That's when I was grumpy. I tried to be nice afterwards when some more retail therapy was undertaken.
Thursday night was quiz night. Another defeat by the single point. I hadn't realised that Dan had been so depressed the week before because he hadn't contributed a single answer. This week he got several but to no avail. Maybe next week.
Braves Guild again on Friday. Three more entertainers. I admire them all. I just don't have the self confidence to stand up in front of a group of people and sing. Talking and reading I can do but I still get the collywobbles! Mind you, the world should be eternally grateful that I don't sing. I couldn't carry a tune in a bag!