faulty bay sill
getting a canteen lunch is a veritable obstacle course:
- How long are the queues at the different stands?
- How fast are the queues moving?
- How long do I have?
- What’s available that I like and haven’t eaten recently?
- How much money have I got in my pocket?
I waited in a long, slow moving, queue at a stand where I liked everything on display. To add a surprise element I decided to copy the order placed by the tall slim American fellow in front:
”bay sill chicken“
I repeated this phrase exactly. This was my first time pronouncing Bay Sill rather than ‘Bass Ill’ My UK home used to have its own bay sill where I would sit in the sunshine with the fluff balls while we each tackled the Sunday paper in our own, unique, ways.
Most pleasant, but alas, not edible.
