Went to Lancaster in the afternoon, to celebrate my parent's wedding anniversary (although actually on the Sunday). We went to the Stork in Conder Green. Hmmmmmm. There were lots of flies there. The sticky toffe pudding was . . . weird. It was a very dry affair smelling largely of cinnamon and ginger. There was a kind of toffee flavoured sauce around it. I said to the waiter, "Erm . . . can I just check . . . it's probably just me, but . . . I asked for sticky toffee pudding and I've been given . . . this. Is that correct? Is this sticky toffee pudding?", to which he just smiled and said, "Yes, that's right," and walked off. But it wasn't right. Why else would I ask? But, yes . . . everything else was fine. Later on, me, James, Hilary, Jess and Phil went back to JamesHilary's and then stumbled through town to the Three Mariners . . . I think.