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Life In The Doo-Doo Lane…

Sometimes…. Just… No.

It’s 12.21pm — Sitting in Table Table, heavy nausea in my tummy, not enough food or coffee anywhere near me, miserable because it’s my own fault I’m here right now, and wishing I was still stuffed in my bed, either awake or asleep.

… Adulting is Hard…!

All my fault because, apparently, my brain thought it was a good idea to not close the stopper on my cath leg bag last night, causing it to leak all over my side of the bed. And then, just for good measure — you know, because that’s not quite enough destruction — I spilled half a cup of coffee over the side of the bed too. Whoopee. Yey.

Grrrrrrrr….!!

Context — I’m in Table Table with a companion, S. We’re in Caearnarfon Premier Inn, to celebrate our joint birthdays (born exactly one week apart, precisely the same year). Sounds Strightforward, right? In theory, absolutely. In actuality…? Oh, Hell No!

It was all going to Hell in a Handbasket before then, anyway. That was the main reason for going — some R&R. Except, from even before we left, it was all going wrong. It should have been a sign. But since it wasn’t bight, neon, and flashing in screamingly-loud electric-blue… I missed it. And, so, the games began. Nothing has gone right, and this is the latest in the boo-boos list. And relatively speaking, not even that bad.

… I’m sure there are many, many more of them still to come!


So, we have been forced to allow housekeeping into the room. Therefore, I am hiding from them in Table Table, until the coast is clear to return to the room, and the scary strangers are gone.

… Dear Gods and Spirits, I feel like crap. I wonder if this is what hangovers feel like…? If it is, I finally feel sorry for the bastards who have one — although, theirs were knowingly self-inflicted, and mine was most definitely not. I would never knowingly do anything that did this me!


13.50pm…. Finally returned to the room. Only… Nothing has changed. Except a towel that was on the floor for them (so they know it’s to be taken) in the bathroom was removed. I’ve done a better rush-job at making the bed whilst in a super hurry than they did now — it looked like no one had even bothered, to be honest. I’m not sure they had, since I’d also made it this morning.

Cups changed. Towels changed. Bed linnen not changed. Have I been in hospitals too much, or in posh overseas hotels too much, or do Housekeeping just not change bedding anymore…?!

This was a pointless morning; they did nothing useful….!😟 I’d have most certainly been better off staying in bed and not killing myself trying to get out of this damned room before they got to it…


So… that’ll be one more boo-boo to add to the list!


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