The day passed pleasantly enough in the hotel. We enjoyed a big breakfast of bacon, egg, sausage and as much toast as we could eat. The proprietor is a smarmy overbearing man with greying hair and a neatly trimmed greying moustache who minces and fawns around us, laughing loudly at the slightest thing.
I can’t help remembering other hotels in the past, where I stayed with Mum and Dad.
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