Husband went off to see if there was a room available.
‘Yup. £40. I didn’t see the room, but I saw the hall, bar and breakfast room.’
‘And?’ I asked hesitantly.
‘Well, it’s pretty chintzy, but it’s cleanish,’ Husband replied.
‘Okay babe. Hey, it’s only one night.’
And all the other B&Bs we’d seen had their no vacancies’ signs in the windows.
I walked into the room and there it was – all that inappropriate laughter spewed out. The 1970s formica furniture and faded net curtains laughed right back at me. Continue reading