THE HOTEL is one of these modern, characterless places designed for economy and for the attentions of commercial travellers.
The whole chain of such establishments have identical rooms in size and layout, so that no matter in which one you stay, you feel as of you’re in a home away from seedy home.
The bed proves to be reasonably comfortable at least - and that’s about the most positive thing I can say about the room.
The bathroom is lit by what seems like a twenty watt light bulb, and it casts more of a pallid gloom than a light!
Never mind, we tell ourselves, it’s only for three nights!
We’re visiting Stoke-on-Trent to help celebrate My Good Lady’s cousin’s golden wedding anniversary, and a couple of birthdays to boot.
It proves to be a great weekend for food and for general conviviality.
I enjoy one of the best steak and kidney pies I have ever tasted at a cosy country inn in the company of three of MGL’s cousins and their husbands.
We indulge in another splendid spread of food at a party the following evening where we also toast the happy couple whose fiftieth anniversary this is.
Yes, a very pleasant weekend, then - satisfying, if, for me, a little tiring – it is the longest journey I’ve done since my stroke and it proves to be rather taxing.
Never mind. Even the dismalness of the hotel doesn’t spoil the pleasure of this family do.
1 comment:
sounds like a successful weekend - characterless accomodation notwithstanding - wishing you a speedy recuperation period
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