They were already seated when we arrived in the dining room. The two grooves in the carpet showed where he had dragged his knuckles on the way to the table. She was the sort of person generally described as 'probably having a heart of gold' by people who have given up trying to find any other redeeming features. He spoke broadly and loudly above the sound of her clearing the phlegm from her 60 a day habit.
The other people who were supposed to be on our table did not turn up. They must have peeped through the door and then called room service. Still, you should not jump to conclusions and tomorrow may bring some (extremely well) hidden surprises.
Post Script
Tomorrow, which is now yesterday, did indeed bring surprises. The other couple on our table came out of hiding and proved to be perfectly normal. I had got rid of my coach lag, and got my blood alcohol up to cruising level, and we had a very enjoyable dinner. I wanted to delete the above post but Janet said I should leave it up as a penance. Apparently I'm turning into the grumpiest old man in the world. It's good to have an ambition.
Dave. (Monday)
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Love it, love it,it must my mastery at grumpiness that is rubbing off!
ReplyDeleteI gather you will not be at the club tom!
Me off early with jeannie to M/c tom (wed)to sort comp & look for carpet for ceiling in wk shop. Keep it coming !!!!xxx