When we arrived at the hotel after moving out
of our old house we were both exhausted and to be honest a little bit
hyper. It really hit home that we were
moving away, that I wouldn’t see my possessions for a couple of months and that
I was going to be unemployed in twenty days. Mark had taken a half day with work needed to
make some calls and suggested we ordered a sandwich from room service. One perk was that we were staying in a really
beautiful hotel which worked out much cheaper than travelling into Aberdeen straight
away.
However, after so much stress in the last two
days I came over a little high maintenance and with a little persuasion from me, Mark
agreed that we’d have afternoon tea in the drawing room. All I meant to say was that I didn’t like the
look of any of the sandwiches. I don’t normally
eat anything at lunch time, but after a hectic morning and long walk I really
wanted something. I therefore (and this
is my story so I’m sticking to it) needed something tastier than a boring old
sandwich. In my defence, Mark didn’t need
too much convincing!
We
settled down in the drawing room-which we were allowed to take Daisy into and I read a paper whilst Mark got some work done. As we had only just missed the official ‘afternoon
tea time’ they had to go power up the ovens to make us a fresh batch of
everything. I happily waited and had a
look around our grand old country house for the evening before our tea
came. After Daisy and I had eaten way
more than we should have I took her for another long walk in the beautiful
gardens and then had a nap before Dinner. I certainly think
we’ve deserved it!
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