Hands off the Goods!
I am MORTIFIED. I’m staying in this really great little hotel in Yeovil, England right now. It used to be a 17th century farmhouse, but the rooms are big and cozy, and there is still a huge field in the back. In fact, it is farm country for miles behind The Hollies. When I got here yesterday, I threw open my sliding glass door and saw a typical-looking English farmer w/ a REAL Irish Wolfhound at his side. I couldn’t get to my camera fast enough.
So yeah, I am mortified. I went off to work today and left my room in a bit of a disaster. Between getting here, stopping at Stonehenge, and leaving for work early, it was all I could do to get up in time to iron my clothes. OK, there might have been a Guiness or 3 in there, but whatever. Anyway, I got back from my meetings this evening, and my room was spotless. That is, all my dirty clothes were MISSING. Well, not exactly missing, but FOLDED in the drawers in my room. Dirty underwear and all. (get your mind out of the gutter Zane) My nasty firefighter sleeping shirt? Yeah, hung up as if it had just come back from the laundry. My birth control pills? Stacked neatly on the counter in the bathroom. My dirty socks? Folded perfectly and placed in my shoes.
That’ll treat me to leave my clothes on the floor.
