Looking back at this day, there wasn’t much to it except eating, well for most of us anyways, except Jolene who didn’t actually get her dinner from The Ambassador, in Fish Hoek.
I can proudly say that both Ryan and I managed to get our lazy asses out of bed and down the road for a run and of course the amount of procrastination that this took meant that it was soon time for lunch. We headed down into Simon's town and after looking into the property market, landed up sitting on the white railed balcony of The Meeting place for lunch where we enjoyed great service, delicious Tuna on Wasabi mash potatoes and Steak and chips, a glass of wine, an Appletiser and a coffee for R250 (AUD$40).
That was fun, but not the highlight of the lunch.....as we had parked in a 1 hour spot we had a good eye on the road below checking out for approaching traffic wardens. Then suddenly the 'Ingrid' license plated MX5 drives past. In the car is my mother and father, who suspiciously decided not to actually park in the available parking lot in the Bertha's parking lot, but to turn the car around and to immediately exit. As you can see from the photo taken from our sitting place in the restaurant you can clearly see the drive way from our sitting place and we couldn’t decide if they were looking straight at us too?
We felt like Mma Romatswe from the no.1 Ladies detective agency, playing sleuth games while eating our lunch! (the rest of this story is to be continued by word of mouth....)
To celebrate Hump night (Wednesday night), and to compensate not attending yoga (which was the girls original plan), Jolene&Marco, Gail&Iain and we went to Fish Hoek’s very own Portuguese restaurant.
It all started very well, but as the place got busier our food and service became more and more slack until it ended with a missing meal and empty drinking glasses. A replacement meal was attempted, but Jolene had successfully substituted the food with booze by the time the oil sodden, droopy calamari and wilted salad arrived and the manager kindly removed the cost of the calamari from the bill along with a 10% discount, which was a nice gesture.
We finished off at Gail&Iain’s were Jolene got her favourite dinner of Provita’s and cheese! J
Being on a holiday schedule and eating breakfast around 11am (around the same time as the second Navy tea bell in Simon’s town), we find ourselves at Bertha’s catching the tail end of what appears to be some heavy lunch time drinking sessions and dinner time for pensioners and tourists. 
That was fun, but not the highlight of the lunch.....as we had parked in a 1 hour spot we had a good eye on the road below checking out for approaching traffic wardens. Then suddenly the 'Ingrid' license plated MX5 drives past. In the car is my mother and father, who suspiciously decided not to actually park in the available parking lot in the Bertha's parking lot, but to turn the car around and to immediately exit. 
Enjoyed a very impressive breakies, produced by Marco and jo (go team Bertoldi). Eggs by jolene, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, fried onions by marco.....tea....yum, made my poor avo on toast yesterday look a bit pathetic! (here is a picture of Ryan enjoying his uber-breakies)
