B&B

Well that was a nice, if a little short weekend.

I took some time off to go down to Cambridge for a friend’s wedding, and a good time was had by all.

We’d booked into a B&B close to the church which was run by a very nice elderly lady. She showed us to our room and explained that, since it was off-season, she usually occupied that room. This explained the reason for the room still being full of her stuff and the wardrobe being full of her clothes.

A little unusual, but we only really wanted a place to sleep anyway.

We’d been up since 5am driving and were supposed to be meeting folks for a meal that night. We decided therefore that the first item of business was to take a nap. Pregnant ladies need lots of sleep you see and falling asleep into a pizza in a restaurant would have been socially unacceptable.

We dozed happily for a couple of hours and were just starting to wake when the nice, elderly lady simply walked into the room, headed for the en-suite bathroom and went in.

A deep feeling of freaked-out-edness set in, closely followed by a deep feeling of ‘please don’t do a shit’. It was a long, tense moment waiting for that plop and luckily the moment was broken only by the sound of the nice, elderly lady pissing into our toilet.

She flushed, she fussed about a bit and then she left, passing our covered faces which were trying to look as asleep as they’d ever looked in our entire lives.

The next night, I discovered a door-stop which was hammered into the bottom of the closed door, but anyway - the wedding was really nice.

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