So we’re back from Liverpool.
Soph (bless her), has unpacked, shoved a load of washing on and is upstairs splashing around in the shower.
I have caught up on emails, blogs, spoken with Daughter, done some eBanking and booked and paid for our flights to Spain on Wednesday. And booked and paid for the car hire too.
We have a punishingly early check-in which, coupled with travel time to Gatwick, I’m really not looking forward to!
I’m also slightly nervous about the fact that I’ve delegated to Daughter the sorting out of accommodation.
I don’t want to stay in the local hotel because the owner wears a pointy hat, rides a broomstick and (as an added bonus) is the meanest most malicious gossip in the history of the Known World.
Leaving this task to Daughter means that it’s entirely possible Soph and I might be bunking down with Daughter’s pony up on the Finca.
That hotel sounds like great material for a book. It sounds like Fawlty Towers with nationality reversal, meets Buffy?
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Ah, no Harry. The pointy-hat wearing, broomstick-riding, malicious-gossiping owner of the local hotel is a Brit (I’m ashamed to say).
Ah, ok but I reckon you still have some comic potential there but let’s hope daughter has booked elsewhere. Ex pats – you gotta love ’em.
FYI, Fawlty Towers was alive and well in Brighton when I was there last. Known as the “Brighton Hilton” (seriously!), at least in 2001, it is the only hotel I ever insisted I be moved out of from 11 overseas business trips I have made.
As for the perils of accommodation in Spain, all I can say is thank your lucky stars you are able to organise a trip to Spain with a few days notice and not break the bank!
I’ve also heard it’s difficult to book rooms in Spain for less than your pension’s worth. You may indeed be bunking with the pony! Have a fab time!
About 100 Euros for the two of us to have B&B in a five star hotel S. Le.
Allister, Hilton Hotels are no longer the up-market things they used to be. I wouldn’t stay in one if I had an alternative.
B –
Off topic:
Finished your book. Liked it. Review underway. Link pending. Probably tomorrow.
Have a good trip – hope you find somewhere comfortable to lay your heads. It’s quite exciting not having anywhere pre-booked. You could end up in a convent, a youth hostel, a doss house, a stable (obv), or even, god forbid, a hotel.Castanettastic!
Mya x
If you ever want a really dodgy hotel, there’s one in Edinburgh, based in a Victorian crescent which really is Fawlty Towers but Scottish. It hadn’t been decorated since before the first world war, the leg fell off the bed during the night, the radioator didnt’ work so I had to go to sleep wearing most of the clothes I’d packed, the tap leaked loudly all night so I had to shove bog roll in my ears and when my friend asked if she could have a lemonade with her breakfast instead of orange juice she got told to ‘fuck off’. It was brilliant.
Brilliant. I’d never thought you could have done. Have fun!
Bulldog. Thanks for saying you liked it.. That’s great, ta.
Mya, we very nearly decided to drive down, make a big holiday of it and pester the hell out of you en route. France’s loss is your gain.
Vicola, I think I’m allergic to dodgy hotels. But the one you’ve found sounds almost inviting. 🙂
S. Le, thanks. I am stocked up on Cadbury’s chocolate so she should be doubly pleased to see us.
Ah the Costas. A land soiled by South London crooks, pensioners and taxi drivers. U r right harry, plenty of material.