Oh yeah! Summer is most definitely here and there is indeed dancing in the street.
Not a million miles away from where we live and well within Douggie the doggie walking distance is the screen on the green in Torquay. It’s brilliant!!
In the last week or so I’ve danced to the Blues Brothers, sung along to Mama Mia, walked past and steadfastly ignored the football and tonight danced to footage of ZZ Top at Glastonbury while Douggie made friends with everyone he met. The atmosphere is fantastic and I can think of no better way to spend a summer evening than going down the to mingle for an hour or so.
We’ve see the Red Arrows at the fantastic Torbay air show, played at being pirates, spent a lovely couple of days in Ilfracombe at a dog show (where Douggie totally refused to join in), been to the theatre and been wined and dined. It’s exhausting!
I love my life!!!
After rushing like mad to get all the rooms clean and tidy today I went to Plymouth today to do a craft fair and sell a few of my jewels. If I say so myself I’m getting much better at this jewellery making and wire wrapping lark.
We’ve had brilliant fun with the guests this week. They have been lovely, a pleasure to look after. One couple from Germany have had fun laughing at my attempts to speak to them in their own language. I was sad to see them go this morning, we’ve had great fun. Who said Germans have no sense of humour, they are brilliant!
Another really nice couple from Lancashire have been trying to talk a bit posh and failing dismally. Their attempts at poshness have had us in hysterics. The lady clearly loves her luxuries, we went into their room to service it and saw ten, yep, ten – count ’em, bottles of perfume on the dressing table. Almost as many bottles of perfume as there are handbags. Lashes was green with envy.
I ended up in tears of laughter this morning when the German couple left, I wished them auf wiedersehen and a safe journey home.
After they’d gone I said to the Lancashire couple that I’d have wished them a good journey in German but the German word for journey is fahrt and I couldn’t have said it with a straight face. “Have a good fahrt.”
Well, Lancashire nearly fell off their chairs laughing. They laughed and spluttered and went red in the face, all pretence of poshness forgotten about. It was lovely, kept me laughing all morning.
Clearly creatures of habit, they order the same thing for breakfast, every day, full English with black pudding, and sit at the same table to eat it. Some new guests had arrived so Boofuls put a reserved sign on Lancashire’s table in order that they wouldn’t lose ‘their’ place.
A South African couple walked into the totally deserted dining room and sat themselves at the one table with a reserved sign on it. Boofuls had a bit of a Basil Fawlty moment, walked up to the table, picked up the sign, looked at it silently and then put it down on the next table before turning back and wish the couple a good morning.
” Oh. Shall we move?”
“No *sigh* stay there, it doesn’t matter.”
Poor old Lancashire looked distraught when they walked in. It clearly did matter. It’s amazing how quickly people get possessive about the table they sit at
So there we are, a lightning round up af some of the recent news. I’ll pop back as often as I can and keep you all updated on the life of a seaside landlady.