I've been up in the Cotswolds meeting my brother and wife. We stayed in a nice pub, more of an eating place, in Bledington. We arrived too early to book in, as I intended, so spent a pleasant time drinking a couple at the bar - all the tables being laid for Sunday lunchtime meals. When we were ready to check in the manager said "I'll be with you in a minute" and promptly disappeared.
When he finally returned he apologized and said he had to sort out a slight flap in the kitchen. "The Prime Minister is in the bar and ordered something we don't have on the menu. Anyway, it's all sorted now". Bloody Cameron, mucking about with my Sunday lunchtime.