Then it got better

The sun came out and we celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary in Verdi's with family. And a paddle in the sea.

Unusually we arrived at Verdi's first and equally unusually there were plenty of tables. I grabbed two tables and gathered ten chairs around. I was about to sit down when a man and woman came hurrying up and the woman shouted, "That's our table!"

"Er, no, it's mine," I said indicating the chairs I'd arranged. 

"No, it's ours," the man insisted. "I left my glasses case on the table."

We all looked down at the table - which was empty.

"Staff must have moved them!" the woman said.

She had quite an aggressive manner so I gave up and took a table to the side instead. 

I hate any sort of conflict however minor, particularly when I feel wronged - they could just as easily have taken an alternative table - but my mood lifted when the family arrived. 

It happened that I was on a table with four children while all the grown-ups sat together. That was fine by me as I got to eat half of GrandDaughter2's ice cream as well as mine - toffee chip crunch since you're asking. Plus most of the grown-ups had boring cake and coffee instead of ice cream.