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The Guest Who Never Arrived....


Am starting to get the hang of this B&B lark. Which is always dangerous because when I start to relax around something it generally means I am going to balls it up. Less than 3 months in, the profit and loss spreadsheet is lost and the warning signs are there.  Over generous with the ‘treats’ because it is someone’s birthday/wedding anniversary/Saturday so let’s make a cake, take a couple of gins over, pop a bottle of prosecco in their fridge, offer them our last born as fire pit stoker. Then the odd guest who has forgotten to book a taxi even after repeated emails and phone reminders that We Are In the Middle of A Small Village in the Middle of Nowhere. The Husband fires up the Land Rover and ferries them around followed by full interrogation on return including the stock what do they do for a living? Are they really married to each other? Did the glimpse of the children in their cardboard box ghetto in the garden put them off? Then last weekend, after a hairy changeover including relegating dear heart friend visiting from London for a jaunt to child bunkbed  - half bed, half cuddly toy graveyard – we sat and waited for our usual Friday night arrival. And we waited. And we went and double checked the lamps were lit, the fridge was stocked, the candles leading up the path were burning bright. And my friend looked longingly then we had another gin and we waited. Turns out the guests never actually confirmed or paid or had any plan to come and stay following their first tentative email. I am not one to point the finger as you know but The Husband just isn’t on top of the admin at the moment. We opened the prosecco and tucked into the thoughtfully left lemon drizzle as the guests wouldn’t be needing them and comforted ourselves with tales of what if. What If they had arrived and been rude about the décor (me thinking about the hours spent choosing the rug). What If they had arrived but we hadn’t been ready (The Husband still reeling from the time the door was off). What If they had arrived and So Had Another Couple (my friend who does drama brilliantly). That shut us all up. The dreaded double booking striking fear in the heart of the landlady. Has been enough for me to ditch the bookings diary, lovely Moleskine, little doodles on the inside cover and move to an online system which is Failsafe and Gives Peace of Mind.  That’s what The Husband says anyway. I just wonder if I can use it on the rest of my life…

 

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