30th September 2019
Back in the cottage after my week long hiatus, and it feels good.
The drive back was uneventful, I didn’t make any unplanned diversions, so a pleasant run in the autumnal sunshine.
The place was clean and tidy, and the only signs that it had been occupied were the plates on the drainer.
The last couple left a nice comment in the book, so I’m glad they enjoyed their stay.
All three of the guests praised the welcome pack, which Louise had put together, it looks like the other “stays” around here doesn’t offer anything like that, which is good unique selling point for us.
It took a while to get used to the place again, I felt like I was a guest arriving with my bags, I couldn’t wait to get the kettle on.
The first job was to wash my bed linen. It always takes longer than I think to do this stuff, but whilst that is going I stripped the bed, and collected the towels.
In the bathroom, I laughed at how much toilet paper had been used. When I left last Friday there were two and a half rolls in the holder, when I returned there was less than half a roll. What do people do with it? Fortunately I had some left in the cupboard.
I may have to buy a different kind, rather than my quilted soft brand.
I unloaded the logs I had been carrying around in the back of the car, and carried them up the slope in my little cart. I was pretty knackered after the four trips, and I still had to carry them up the path and into the log store.
I packed all the good ones into the store, but decided to burn the crappy ones in the evening to condition the potato oven.
The fire was roaring away, Satan stuck his head up and asked me to turn it down a bit, as I was competing with his hot place, now only if I had some potatoes, it would have been perfect.
Another Lifetime to go 