Olé Moses!

So...........last night we went out to South Bank and had an anniversary dinner at 'Olé', a Spanish restaurant. We had tapas and chose calamari, octopus and chorizo, spicy chicken wings, empanadas and patatas bravas. It wasn't the healthiest meal we have had but it was enjoyable though I doubt we will be rushing back to dine there again. It seemed a popular place with a constant stream of people coming in and out. We were seated on stools at a table on the footpath but it was a pleasantly warm winters evening.A young woman and her mother came and sat at the table next to us. The mother asked the waitress where the nearest toilets were and the waitress pointed over the road to the South Bank gardens and then said or "there are some inside."We were too busy munching on calamari and octopus to notice what happened next but the next we were aware was that the young girl was alone and the mother was gone. The food they ordered arrived and the girl started to eat. After about 15 minutes the girl started to look around worriedly and then got off her seat, placed her bag on her chair and wandered off over the road. She was gone more than 5 minutes before she came back and stood by the table with her phone to her ear but getting no reply on the other end. She waited a few more minutes and then wandered off in a different direction."I'm getting worried now," said Will."Yep, me too," I said.Five more minutes passed and our meal was over and we were ready to go but stayed to keep an eye on the girls bag and their food. We were having kittens!Finally they both came back. The girl was not pleased."You've been gone over half an hour" she said. It appeared the mother had gone in search of the toilets and got lost and couldn't find her way back. She had asked someone where "Ole" was but they couldn't help her.I couldn't help it and leaned over and said "We were flippin' worried too! There were lots of people eyeing up your food as they went past."We were glad it had ended happily and went for a walk through the city before going to see the film 'Trainwreck'. It was quite amusing, but your mother wouldn't like it.Happily I was satisfied that there were no terrorists in our screening as it was mostly women and a few hipster boyfriends who had been dragged along, but there were four Indian men who seemed to have wandered in by mistake. There was a moment where the father of the woman in the film dies and they have to clear up his house and belongings....typical.......there just seems to be no escape at the moment.