My brother was made Employee of the Year at his place of work (one of the hotels in Perth)! Woo how cool!
So he and his wife treated us and my parents to a lovely dinner at Genting Palace in Burswood. It was nice Chinese food (not mind-blowing) but in super fancy-shmancy style.
I haven’t been there in years. I’d forgotten how painfully posh it was. All the cutlery and crockery were CLEAN! I didn’t think that was possible at any Chinese restaurant these days.
The carpets were fluffy and plush. There was no clear plastic vinyl over the white table cloth. The wait staff stood a few paces beside our table, pouncing at any half empty glass.
And every single plate was whisked away the moment it became free of any significant piece of meat or vegetable. Quite annoying, especially if you’re like me and love eating *just* sauce with rice. Oh well.
Highlight of the evening was Callum entertaining us with his new found ability to shout two words together.
And my favourite, ah bless him, “BIG POO!”