You are most probably waiting with baited breath to find out if we had a freshly cooked meal last night. Well the vegetables certainly were, however we soon discovered that this was to be a one night only special event; as for the rest of the week the vegetables were back as usual –frozen from Iceland!
Enough of food let’s move on to today’s events. Mr. D. River left the building this morning and Mr Grumpy arrived to take his place.
Apparently he is on the third floor of the hotel, which means that his room is hot - as heat rises you know. Plus the fact that the radiator, which is in the corridor outside his room, is on and in this hot summery weather it is unbearable. Plus the lift up to the third floor on his side of the hotel doesn’t work and he has had to walk up at least three flights of stairs and this is just not on!
Irreverent thought 6. Between you and me he could do with the exercise as his expanded waistline will attest too!
Alongside this is the 45 hours! Now this number has been bandied about since we first met him. Again and again Mr Grumpy has told us on an emotional blackmail rant that he has to find 45 hours downtime for himself during this week’s holiday.
He has constantly told us, trying to appeal to us to let go maybe one of the trips that he is supposed to take us on or suggested that he cuts down the times spent at each place so that he can recover these extra hours.
No-one is biting! If it is as he says, then the company who he works for should send a relief driver to take his place but hey ho the day has just started!
A misty haze covered the sea front when we emerged from the hotel to pick up the coach but the sun soon burned its way through the mist leaving us to enjoy a hot sunny day.
Our first point of call on this two – part, half day trip was to a nearby quaint village. There were eleven of us on the coach and as we settled down into our seats Mr Grumpy explained that he couldn’t drive into the village and that he had to park the coach in the car park just outside it.
Unfortunately on the coach was a gentleman who could only walk with the aid of a walker on wheels, a lady who was in a wheelchair and one lady, who had so many illnesses that I lost count, couldn’t walk for long distances never mind the lady who got lost every day in the hotel as she couldn’t find her room!
Now, my lovely husband and I were fine- we walked through the car park up the hill into the village, which consisted of a few lovely cottages dating back to the 1300’s; a few small shops, two cafes and a pub, which were all closed! We walked along the winding High street taking our lives in our hands as there were no pavements to speak of and the through traffic that whizzed by at a deadly pace was a hazard to say the least.
We managed to survive although the lady in the wheelchair and her companions had to turn back because it was too dangerous and they spent the rest of the time back in the car park where Mr Grumpy was washing down the coach.
Undeterred we found the village green and then the river which, again to be honest, wasn’t all that inspiring so we walked back to the centre of the village just as our fellow passengers arrived. This had taken us all of thirty minutes to see everything that there was to see and we had still got an hour to go!
Fortunately, a café had by now opened so we joined our compatriots and rather than trying to get around the village they asked us questions about what they had missed whilst drinking coffee. Twenty minutes later we were back on the coach. Mr Grumpy was still washing it - but this should have been done in the garage you know but he had 45 hours to make up! You get the picture!
Thought for the day: Remember no one is in charge of your happiness except you.