More than three years after moving from
Australia to this remote part of England, we are still learning how things are
done here.
Not too long after we arrived and unpacked,
we were invited for “a drink on Sunday morning” by a retired couple nearby. We
got there about noon, to find the living-room crowded — lots of chat and
discussions, and in all a very jolly occasion.
Trouble was, there was no food — no
self-respecting Australian would regard a tray of crisps as food. In Sydney,
when you are invited for a drink any time after midday on a Sunday, you know
you will be fed as well as watered and you plan accordingly. Meaning the
hardworked little woman makes no plans to cook lunch because you are eating
out.
By one-fifteen my stomach was sending up
“please explain” to me. Even the crisps had gone. There was nothing we could do
except wait, and wonder if the hostess was going to perform some magic and feed
us fashionably late. Then, as quickly as if word had spread that there was free
beer at the local pub, the room emptied. By one-forty-five there were only a
few guests left, so we decided to go home. Tinned soup for lunch that day
because the little woman was not really interested in real cooking for us.
A few weeks ago we were invited out for
“supper” and the hostess suggested 8:15. Ah, we thought greedily, “this is
going to be the real thing.”
We dressed with some care — I putting on a
dark suit — and arrived on time. My wife looked pretty good, I thought — a
little black dress and so on. But when we walked in I had a terrible feeling we
had got the night wrong because the hostess was dressed in a daytime kind of
way and the husband was in jeans and an open-neck shirt. But no, we were
greeted and shown into the sitting-room.
After a drink I looked around and saw that
this was indeed a superior cottage because it had a (more or less) separate
dining-room. But there were no signs of a table-setting. Not again! I thought.
Were we meant to eat before we came? I decided that in future my wife and I
would always carry a chocolate bar. About 9:28 our hostess went out of the
room, saying something about food. Ten minutes later she returned and asked us
to follow. We were led out to the kitchen. There on the table were country
style plates and a huge bowl of soup, rough bread and all the makings of a
simple meal. And that is what it was. In other words we had not read the
signals right when we were invited for “supper”. If they want you to come to
dinner, they say so, and you know that means dark suits and so on. If they mean
supper, they say it, and you get fed in the kitchen.
1．When the author and his wife were invited out for “a drink on Sunday
morning”, they thought _________.
A. they would be the only people there
B. they would be given lunch as well
C. they would be taken to a restaurant for
lunch
D. they would be asked to take some food
with them
2．The “party” had been going on for about an hour and three quarters
when _________.
A. the hostess decided to feed her guests
B. everyone had tinned soup for lunch
C. most of the guests went to lunch at the
pub
D. the author realized he would go home
hungry
3．When invited out for “supper” a few weeks later, the writer _________.
A. expected to be served a proper dinner
B. arrived on the wrong evening
C. interpreted the invitation correctly
this time
D. realized there was no dining-room in the
cottage
4．As the evening wore on, the writer became aware that _________.
A. no one used their dining-rooms in the
countryside
B. he should have had a meal before going
out
C. “supper” meant a simple, informal meal
D. he should, in future, eat only chocolate
in the evening
