One does wonder how they survive. I booked into a place in Ross the other night. Nearest to Fawlty Towers I ever got.
It was more a restaurant with rooms than a hotel. Eight rooms.
"Our rooms seamlessly blend classic furniture alongside
contemporary design to create a welcoming
environment of true character. "
= Avocado bathroom suite, old desk and lumpy bed.
I was the only person staying there eeek:
They put me in a room that had a shower. I asked Le Patron if they had a room with a bath. He thought long and hard about that one. Eventually he said, "Yes, I think Room 9 has a bath. " There were two odd thigns about this statement.
1. He was the owner and seemed uncertain
2. The hotel has EIGHT rooms!
We ascended to room "9". There was a bath, a splendid view of the kitchen roof and a broken chair.
A little while later I called reception to request an iron and ironing board. "What do you want those for?"
Words failed me at this point, but I made sure I put some furniture and luggage against my bedroom door just in case.
Oh, and the bedside radio blew up at 3 in the morning. evil: I think it mayhave fused all the power in the place, but I couldn't be bothered to find out.
The place over the road looked nice, and the lady owner looked rather fit.
I shall be staying there next time
