The chap that cleans our room is, to be charitable, mental.
I did the usual and left a five quid tip on the first day - this is a lot for them.
Since then, every time we return to the room, we have a (nice) little surprise - a bowl of fresh fruit, a half bottle of champers in an ice bucket, chocolates, flowers and a towel sculpture of a swan which was placed on the bed reading the copy of Fast Bikes I brought over.
I'm expecting an ice sculpture next...
I turn the aircon off when we go out. When we came back last night, it was on and the room was a lovely cool 18 degrees.
All care of Mahmood, the mad menial.
He likes English football and is a Man Utd fan, so I have left the sport pages of the Torygraph for him to read through (he speaks excellent english).
Coming soon - the tale of the sick dove that Mrs TMR (to be) wanted to bring up to the room and nurse back to health...