I was mooching about, when I came across these photos of my old work place. I have fond memories of working there. The work was hard but we were a great team and the job satisfaction was tremendous. I was the kitchen manger there and often started work at 5.30 a.m. in order to receive my deliveries. I held the keys to the pub, which I felt was an honour. I miss the work and the adrenaline rush I got from doing it.I left, in the end, after a silly row. I continued working for the company until I gave up to look after my partners elderly mother. I look back now and wonder where all that energy came from and where it went. Gotta get older, I guess, sigh, Pen.