The Police and the Pie

Yesterday the weather looked like this

Quiet and wet wet wet.

Strangely peaceful

Which is more than can be said of DH, who was beginning to

feel like a caged Seffrican lion.

So out we went to stroll around this fascinating town (again!)

before supper.

Oh! the temptations!

Mainly food and clothes.

So far we have resisted well, but are weakening.

Something funny happened at supper -

When we finally sat down, DH suddenly said: "Bokkie, just

LOOK at that pie!"

"That pie" was a giant being served at an adjacent table.

Being a blogger, my first thought was for a pic

(I KNOW!)

So I asked the proprietor if he would clear it with the eaters.

(He spoke almost no English - I don't know what made me think he would understand what I was asking)

Then I went over and took a pic

( that is a pie, not a half a pizza and its on a big plate!)

Tthe two diners rose to their feet, clearly deeply perturbed by my actions.

I then saw they were both policemen.

And not pleased.

I laughingly said; "So am I under arrest now?"

The cops then went over and stood together in a corner of the restaurant.

I took another pic of the pie.

The cops then looked acutely embarrassed, realising for the first time that I was only interested in that pie.

Not them.

I actually think they were posing for a pic

I also actually think they were supposed to be on duty, not eating.

I lurve these holiday incidents!

PS: Hats off to DH who must be relaxing - he didn't turn a hair at my bizarre request to take a photo of other diner's food.