Anne

But I soon realized that to work at a place where cleanliness and quality did not really mattered, was not for me, as my motto is that everything possible should be done for the guests and also the other diner's comfort and enjoyment, as they pay for it.
What in the end made up my mind, was a pair of shoes! Anne was still working as a nurse twice a week, when she went to Edinburgh, and slept at their house there after work. This week she came back, and during the morning I noticed that she was slopping around in a pair of pink flip flops, about four sizes too big for her, and when she saw me roll my eyes, as only I can, she explained that she had forgotten the bag with her clothes at the house. I kept my pose, but wondered how on earth could a woman, living permanently at the hotel, not have more than one pair of shoes! I thought all women were shoe lovers, but apparently I was wrong! By the time I had done all my baking and cooking, I was thoroughly irritated with the swish-swish the flip flops made as Anne went about her duties, of which the most important was getting the store room's tins and bottles in straight lines, grumbling and giving me this disgusted looks because her shrine was not revered!
But that night as Rosy and self did the prep for dinnertime, Anne appeared in one of Rosy's tops, and that put the nail in the coffin for me. The top was wee, and stretched tightly around Anne's roundish body, and what made both Rosy and self gasp like two fish on dry ground, was the fact that her huge breasts protruding from underneath the tiny top, was threatening to jump out at any minute! As if that was not enough, her floppy, stretched marked belly was hanging like a piece of dough over her red belt that she must have really struggled to fasten! The top was so short that it barely covered her breasts, the reason being that it was stretched to tearing point, and left the dough like tum naked to wobble gaily in full sight of all. And if that was not enough to leave us speechless, she still wore the flip flops, and with her black dyed hair with the four centimeter grey roots, she looked absolutely vulgar, but of course she saw nothing wrong, and believed that we understood that it was only until she got her clothes back! But she looked bally rediculous!
The other daughter, Marjory, a bright young medical student, was doing the restaurant, together with Gary, also a student, and they were doing fine, that is after poor Gary recovered from the shock when he first laid eyes on Anne! I could see through my little window, through which Alex used to watch Anna deliver the puds, that the diners were happy, and that was enough for me.
But then Anne decided to go in to see how the two youngsters were doing, and to talk to her customers,  and poor Margery, dressed beautifully in a black skirt and white top, came storming out, looking absolutely flattened, and tears running down her cheeks! She must have been so humiliated, and when Anne eventually came out, Margery stated that she was not going back in there, and then Anne shouted at her that it was her hotel, and she would go in where ever she wanted to, at which Margery gave a sob and stormed up to her room, followed by her mother's angry voice. Poor Rosy was stunned, and it took quite a few minutes for both of us to calm down to such an extent as to resume our duties!
That was enough for me, and I decided that as it was almost time for me to go back home, I would stay on, but would start looking for another job straight away. I had quite a few options, as the smaller hotels, specially where we were situated, were not at all busy during the winter months, so I was perfect for the ones who could manage without a chef, as they did not have to pay me.
In spite of all this I had a good time, and went all over the place in my wee Panda, which I loved like a sister! The pictures are of my favourite loch, Loch Voile.