Well, as luck would have it yesterday the weather stayed clear and the white towels all dried. As I went to the washing line to collect them I was taken aback by their brilliant whiteness and as I clutched one to my cheek to feel how soft they were I waxed-lyrical on their brightness and fresh, clean smell. It was then I realised that I had become that housewife from the 1980's Persil advert. As a nod to the environment I am an Ecover user at home so I am now used to my off-whitish whites which makes the contrast with the brilliant B&B whites even more stark. Here in B&B-land we use industrial strength Persil and Vanish like it's going out of fashion and goodness does it make a difference. I'm ashamed to say it but part of me thinks stuff clean waterways, I want brilliant whites.
Anyone who has attempted to go out with me after 10pm will not be surprised to learn that we didn't make it to the pub quiz. The thought of getting home at 11.30pm, closing up the house, not being in bed until midnight and then getting up again at 6am did not appeal. So instead we sat in bed with cups of camomile tea, the box of chocolates that last week's guest got us and the first episode of the new series of Downton Abbey. I sometimes wonder at what age I'll have to put a stop to this hedonistic lifestyle and settle down a bit more.
Our guests were very kind to us this morning and 3 of the 6 ordered croissants - easy! We then had 2 full english and a kippers. We were so confident we even offered scrambled eggs to the kippers person in the morning and were able to rustle them up in time to go out with all the other cooked food.
After a week I have now perfected the shower cleaning. It is now a very structured procedure which takes half the time of my previous haphazard approach and still gets excellent results. It does require the use of 3 rather than 2 teatowels but I think it's worth it for the time saved.
I went to the gym again today. It was busy - at its peak there were 5 of us in there. I chickened out of singing Jerusalem before I left. Mainly because it didn't really fit with the 'Ibiza Club Anthems 2010' CD which is played every single bloody day in there. I only know that's the CD because the case is left on top of the dumbell stand not because I have suddenly become an expert in that club music.
This evening we are not even going to pretend that we might go to the pub. We will probably stay in and watch two episodes of Dexter Season 4. I tell you, it's going to be a rude awakening when we get back to little old quiet Brighton without any of this crazy nightlife.