But wait, there's more

Had a wander up the street after my much needed cuppa, to check out somewhere for dinner. Ended up booking a table at Dome which is similar to a Billy Baxter style casual eatery. Most of the eating places nearby are only open until about 3 pm however I did pass a couple of pubs and a bottle shop so I know where I will be heading when I have a free night...
Back to the room for another cuppa and then downstairs to meet the kitten herd to go the the Dome. While we were waiting for all to assemble, there was talk about our day and PC (that doesn't stand for politically correct as her comments will attest to ) wanted to know if we had all seen the ground level growing Boronias at Kings Park. When we all agreed that we had seen them, she went on to tell us that she thought they looked like a big bunch of penises planted in the ground! And this from a woman who wouldn't swear if her life depended on it. My jaw dropped to the ground, but that wasn't the end of it as her room mate quickly countered saying that it had been so long that she had forgotten what they look and feel like!!!!!! At that point I went into full blown apoplexy.....
Somewhat recovered, we managed to laugh our way to the restaurant. It was very busy, but I wasn't happy about the 50 minute wait for our food to come out. Just as well the food was okay, but suffice to say we won't be going there again. MS was driving me nuts with needing me to repeat everything at least twice to her (she doesn't listen as she is busy thinking up her next dumb question, usually about something I've just answered) and I eventually asked her to wait until she had stopped eating to talk to me. Sadly even being blunt couldn't shut her up. We had all finished eating except for MS so when she saw that I was getting up to leave she said she was finished eating and then attempted to down her big glass of ginger beer. I told her not to rush drinking it, and then suggested she pour the remains back into the bottle it came in so that she could finish at her leisure back in her room. She liked the idea, but seeing her efforts at performing that task had us all groaning... At long last pouring completed and back to the hotel we go. Time for bed as another early start in the morning. I now have a better understanding of how in olden days women would have a case of 'the vapours'!!!