This my irregular diary of the goings-on in my life. Right now, my family and I are in the process of re-locating back to the UK. And that's about it really.

11 September 2009

The things they say...

Here are some lists of wonderful things our guests have said and done this year (this is a work in progress, I can't remember it all at the mo, I'm sure I'll be updating it):

Stupid things said:

'Do you have hot running water?'

'There's a red truck.' 'Yes there is. Well spotted' I reply. Eventually I figured out that this woman with an affected posh accent (her kids were broad yorkshire) was trying to tell me that it was blocking her exit from our property. Then I had to convince her that the truck was in front of the private entrance/exit to The Cottage and she needed to use the main entrance/exit where she had come in through the previous day. Took some persuading.

'There's no hot water.' 'Have you let the tap run?' I reply. 'Yes, I let it run a bit until it started getting warm, then I switched it off and came to see you.'

'There's a cockroach in the gite'. No, just a regular bug.


Things I don't feel the need to know about:

The couple in their seventies telling me about their sex life.


Things people say and do to make us think that they've done the cleaning:

The afternoon before they leave: 'I'm just off to do the cleaning now so that it will be all nice and clean for you tomorrow.'

'We've done the cleaning, I followed your little note on the fridge door, done just what you say'.

Someone goes back into gite just as they are leaving: 'Oh, I've just mopped the floor and now it'll be all dirty again'.

Pour blue stuff down the toilet.

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