I’m now working back down in Devon and will be here for several months.
I booked into my usual hotel in Torquay and wondered if they would remember me. Yes, I’d stayed there for nearly seven months last year (I was there longer than some of the staff members) but with the number of guests they have to deal with…
I walked into the reception area only to see that there was no-one at the desk. I dropped my bags onto the floor with a clunk, and in a loud American voice I shouted “Hi honey, I’m hoooooome!”
There was a small squeal of excitement from the backroom and Sandra emerged, a big grin on her face. “It IS you!” she said. “We were wondering if it was the same Mr Masher.”
She went on to explain that they had given me my usual room: Masher Towers and that no-one had stayed in it since I left seven months ago. This was, of course, a lie, as I found out later when I noticed someone had moved my bookmark in the bedside bible.
But, anyway, here I am. Back in my home-from-home.
It feels like I’ve never been away.