The Chavtastic Snob

‘I can’t come in with you, I know I’ll do inappropriate laughing. I’ll wait here.’

Husband went off to see if there was a room available.

‘Yup. Β£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

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