At last! I can pretend to have the Life I Want, which involves being in the Country, and In Town! To Gloucestershireshire, where the Gloucestershirers live, for a hen party. But not one with chocolate cocks and L-Plates. Oh no. Something far more civilised. Perhaps.
Anyway, the owners of the crusty pile we thought we had hired have emailed to inform me that there is the wireless internet in the house! Not only are things more Plush than I had imagined, but I shall be able to blog in front of the fire with a glass of absinthe to my left, and a small clay pipe to my right.
Bit first to the Dentist, for more Repairs of Old Dentist's Evil Work! (I mean when's the last time YOU swallowed your own tooth?)
Pip pip!
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5 comments:
Are Gloucestershirers anything like sheep shearers? Sorry I'm a city girl.
Much as I hate to bring any element of disharmony to the 'comments' element of your blog, I have to say that Gloucestershire is comprehensively SHITE.
I too have lived there.
And if it is the Stonehouse Court Hotel you are FUCKED.
LOL
TD must be very tired.
The idea of a big old hotel with wireless internet is very bliss. Still, I hope it's not Stonehouse Court.
Given the extraordinary adventures you manage to have in sleepy old Brixton™ I can't wait to hear what you got up to in a country house hotel. A murder's too obvious. A state sponsored terror plot to eliminate the entirety of Britain's chattering classes with radioactive sushi perhaps?
Gloucestershire remarkably hilly, populated by trees and tiny lanes. Interspersed with some very pretty houses, some stately homes, Jilly Cooper and council houses. Peope OK but talk as if they are chewing straw and drink mainly cider. House we were staying in rambling, very warm, and full of IKEA things. I felt Right At Home. "It suits you, this kitchen", said my best mate as I was washing up in the butler's sink and thinking about bacon.
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