My boots haven't been so clean and shiny since I don't know when. Some serious elbow grease has gone into the polishing of them. It really is quite impressive.
I had to do was to leave them outside our bedroom door "before retiring" and the following morning they would be returned to me, clean and polished, with the compliments of the house. I do love a freebie, don't you? Mr B points out that we are paying rather
a lot per night to stay in the Lap of Luxury - but at least the Lake Vynwry Hotel doesn't charge you extra for every little thing.
Yesterday we decided on a day of Peace and Pampering. Mr B had the
peace, I had the pampering. I took myself along to the spa where I filled in an extensive form seeking to discover what exactly I was looking for from my spa experience. I wrote "relaxation" which seemed to sum it all up perfectly adequately. A very sweet
beauty therapist massaged my shoulders, neck and back, before attempting to make my face look beautiful with her miracle facial treatment. Bless her, she didn't try to force me to buy lots of beauty products at the end of my treatment as so many therapists
do. It is possible, of course, that she felt I was A Lost Cause. I'd forgotten to pack a swimsuit but my sister in law, Val, had come to the rescue and loaned me not one, but two of hers so I even had a choice. Sitting in the jacuzzi, gazing out over the lake
in all its misty majesty was quite magical.
Mr B's brother joined us for a steak dinner in the restaurant. It was rather amusing sitting there between the two of them, peas in the pod that they are.
They kept finishing each other's sentences and taking the conversation off on tangents which neither of them had the least trouble following but which were mostly lost on me. Double trouble, indeed. It was the perfect end to our stay. That and my shiny boots...
he Premier Inn in Lichfield City Centre was always going to be a bit different - but I can't fault the staff for their cheerful attentiveness. When I asked if they had a map of the city centre, the receptionist
went off to find her own map to give me. You can't ask more than that, now can you?
Armed with her map, we set off to explore - a bit of a whistle-stop tour, to be fair, but taking in all the main
sights, including the magnificent Lichfield Cathedral, known as the The Ladies of the Vales, on account of its three spires. We must remember that, I told Mr B, because it might well come up in a quiz programme one day. Mr B thought the chances of us remembering
were slim at best but at least we could award ourselves points for trying.
On the way back to the hotel we called in at the multi-storey car park to move the car nearer to the hotel entrance. We have
to put another £2 in the ticket machine at 7 pm tonight, which will secure our parking until 11.30 a.m. tomorrow. You'd think the Premier Inn might have negotiated some parking for hotel guests wouldn't you? But we mustn't carp at minor inconveniences.
Our bed here may not be a four poster but it's comfortable enough and we are paying a fraction of what we paid at the Lap of Luxury.
I probably won't put my boots outside the food "before retiring"
though. They might just go walkabout.
Tomorrow we are off to the National Memorial Arboretum, which is just up the road. It is one of the places on the list I compiled before I retired of "Places to
Visit." It's quite a modest little list, all things considered, but I haven't done too well, so far, ticking off the entries. We have, to be fair, visited all kinds of places I'd never have thought of - like the Oboe Factory for starters - which only goes
to show that lists should never be considered exhaustive but merely an Indication of The Possible.
A bit like life, when you come to think of it.