Oh Joy, Oh Rapture!
It is Thursday and that is the day when I get to spend the evening packing to escape my Travelodge
Next week I’m looking forward to staying at the delightfully creepy looking Westone Manor. Apparently in the bar and conservatory restaurant you can enjoy the style of a different age. I’m hoping that age isn’t the 60s or 70s because I’ve been enjoying the style of that particular age enough recently.
I’ve also booked the following week’s accommodation because I was thinking back to the heady days when I lived on the A45. I miss the A45 and am going back there. Oh those halcyon days. I’m sure all this tight fisted hotel scrimping must earn me a week at the Marriot soon.
