We're not really that hungry...

   Thanks Grumps and Oma for driving three hours (each way) on a one night stopover to visit us in Warrnambool!...


   And thanks for taking us out to dinner at the posh(ish) restaurant where [of course] we wanted to take home all our leftovers...

   Yes, the travelling Woodleys are not going to let any food go to waste; so when it came to the end of our meal and everyone still had plenty of food left over - and it looked like the restaurant was a 'no doggy bag policy' type of restaurant - what was there to do? but have Oma run back to the caravan for our ready-for-any-opportunity plastic leftover containers so that we could pack up the yummy remnants of our meal.


   Now, even though as adults we can take responsibility for our own spunging (hmm, I believe I made up that word - or at least the spellling of it...) of food, here's how it went...


   Oma has the containers spread out in front of her on the table, and starts filling them with our leftovers. Me (yes, Renee): 'Mum, that's so embarrassing...'; so Oma pops the containers on her lap to continue filling them...'Now, that's embarrassing' says Grumps. Me: 'Just fill them Mum, after all we have paid for it so I guess we can decide if we want to take it or not, and we're not planning on doing a runner.' Grumps: 'Actually, I haven't paid for it yet; I think I'm going to ask for a discount because of all the food we didn't eat!' 
   
   Meanwhile, we are nearly rolling on the floor laughing (i.e. ROFL - silly silly silly acronyms, never again will I demean myself to use them...) as the posh(ish) waitress walks by while Oma is trying to fit the full takeaway containers in her backpack (yes, and taking the photo made the 'hurrying up' take even longer)... 

Postscript: like Grumpsy, like grand-daughter...