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 Carol M Creasey.

                                       Our Weekend from Hell,  but now I can laugh about it

Keith and I were looking forward to a weekend away. The weather was set fair, what a result for October! We even took our shorts with us, to grab the last little bit of sun. The plan was to stay at bed and breakfast accommodation in Dorset, and then travel to Devon to visit a dear friend on Saturday, return to our  bed and breakfast place, then spend Sunday exploring Dorset, before finally heading home on Sunday evening.

When Keith ‘phoned up to book it, the lady explained she had a lovely 16th century cottage, in a most sought after village, and dogs were very welcome. She even went as far as saying that when she took her two dogs for a walk in the morning, our Leo, who is a golden retriever, could go too, leaving us to have a lay in and get up at our leisure.

Keith was a little bit unsure about taking Leo, but it always means making arrangements  for his care, so because I like to have Leo with us when it’s possible, I managed to persuade him, because it sounded just right for us. It was  quite a bit more than we usually pay, but in this instance, it seemed worth it.  

 We left at six  , after work, and by the time we arrived at  9 o’clock, it was dark. Keith went to book us in, and then came back disappointed ,saying. there was  no TV in our room, and if we wanted to make tea or coffee, we had to do it in the kitchen.

I was a bit put out by this, but thought never mind, we will make ourselves a hot drink, and then I can have a nice relaxing bath . We then went on  quite a hike, to the other end of the house, through the kitchen, then a lounge, and up a steep flight of steps to find our room .   ” I hope Leo doesn’t want to go out in the night.” said Keith, and I remarked brightly. ” Well he never does at home, does he?”