Ha,So the gardener arrives with a hand or two filled with profuse apologies.It seems he had to hitch a lift to London from somewhere up North ( a bit cagey on saying exactly where) and as he has two hands on one arm it appears he was thumbing with the wrong hand and ended up two hundred miles further North before he realised.(no i don't believe it either) room number three for him.He starts work this afternoon the grass needs cutting the hedges,well you know how gardens grow and grow.No sign and not a word from the other two if I do not hear from them in the next four hours they are out before they even got in.And shut that bloody trombone up it's giving me a headache.
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