Our room maid excelled herself today.
Yesterday she left two of those little biscuits on our pillows, you know the ones you get in coffee shops with your lattes and mochas. Today, bless her, she had folded a hand towel into the shape of a rose and left it on the coverlet.
Mr B says the biscuits were more useful, being food. Though why he thinks we need more sustenance in this Paradise of Plenty, I cannot tell. He also asks if I am sure the towel is meant to resemble a rose, or has our room maid just crunched it up and forgotten
it. Perish the thought!
I like to think we are kind and considerate to our room maid. Partly because we are kind and considerate people but mostly because we remember that the Youngest of the Darling Daughters spent a year after university, travelling round Australia and making
beds in posh hotels to finance each stage of her travels. Many the tale she has told us of the disgusting habits of some guests. We are determined not to be disgusting.
I know she used to fashion the ends of toilet rolls into fancy shapes but I don''t know if she ever rolled hand towels into roses. I have taken a photo to show her when we get home.
I didn't bother with the biscuits...
Daily cribbage score: 1 all
Running total: Mr B: 8; Me: 5
Hanging on in there