I woke up the morning only
to discover I have been sleeping with Mrs. Claus. I should have know this all along since she went missing Christmas Eve.
Don't believe me? Check out the pictures.
Later in the morning I suggested
that we try another place for breakfast with the interesting name of Delacaseas. A perfect play on words if there ever was
one. Before you entered you knew it would a charming place from its exterior facade to the door handle that was a whisk. Inside
it was an eclectic collection of items that in the end worked well. My guess it was run by a couple of gays and it was. It
was as if they had attended the better garage sales in the area brought their picks to the store and melded it into a charming
ambiance that suggested your mother's or aunt's kitchen.
The lights were calendars
hung from the ceiling upside down with a light bulb in the centre. The salt and pepper shakers with two little chefs with
moustaches. There were many cute signs one showing a mermaid with the caption "Feelin beachy",
another said "We only serve the finest vintage wine...did you bring any?",
and yet another admonished you "Please don't forget to feed your parking meter". There was a magnificent clock radio in caribbean
blue casing with two large circular faces to it the size of a toaster from the 50's and another clock with the signage Clipper
Bill's seafood grotto. A large cabinet contained any number of bric a brac and
being the time of the year it is the entire place was decorated for Christmas. And the food?, simple. I had French toast made
from hallah bread and Elizabeth a simple chicken salad sandwich.
A historical note for you.
A question. Florida had five flags flown over it. What countries were they?...............................................
Spanish, American, Confederate,
English and French.