Anna and myself were a bit out of sink for a day or two, as I made such a boo-boo that you just would not believe. After another night at the pub where Anna was again giving the men her come hither look, I told her that she was behaving really badly, and that if she could not live without a man, I surely could. She gave me such a set-down about me being just like a bloody old mother superior, that I told her that in future she was alone on her excursions to this pub, and I pulled myself up stiff and told her that I was leaving. She just gave me a cold look, so I left, and decided to send Irma a txt to tell her that her friend was behaving very badly! My txt read like this: 'I am really upset with Anna's behaviour! I think we must look like two old ageing hoares, as she gave the men this come-hither looks,  so I complained, and she then said  that I could go to a warm place for all she cares,she needs a man around her!' The road back was a bit dark, and I promptly sent this to Anna, instead of to Irma!.I was enjoying a nice cuppa before my bed, when a hysterical Anna burst into the room, demanding for me to take back my words. Of course I had not realised that I made a mistake, and asked her what she meant, at which she went completely mental, and I quickly closed all the doors that lead to the guest rooms, as she was now ready to murder me! She then showed me her phone, and when I saw my message that should have gone to Irma, I hyperventilated! Badly! I tried to explain that I did not say we were two old hoares, just look like it, sitting in this worker's pub that was only frquented by men, night after night! It took some time for her to calm down, and I was really full of remorse, as I could see how this would make her feel! After two days of sulking she forgave me, and I thanked the Lord for that! But I had to first admit to her that I was a bit of a priss! We decided to roam a bit further from the guest house and go to a more upmarket pub!
We were having a roaring trade with the new arrangements, but decided, when the Queen's mother died, to make the bedroom we used also into a guest room. It was actually the owner's room, but she had locked all her belongings into a walk-in cupboard, leaving us the cupboards in the room. We decided to sleep in the sittingroom that had two huge sofas. Within minutes of me informing the tourist office that we now had an extra twin room, we were booked up.
But we had forgotten one very important aspect, and that was the morning pee. We had decided to go to one of the small cafe's for a coffee before bedtime, and then use their toilet before going home and to bed, and as the guests don't book in before three usually, we could shower and use the room toilets.
So, the first morning Anna, who finished almost a whole bottle of red the previous night, had a bladder fit to burst, and nowhere to go!As I had a glass as well, and a tea, I was also in dire need!It is amazing how need can make 'geniusses' of some of us, as Anna, who could not help me preparing for breakfast and was sitting stiffly on a chair with a pinched face and clenched hands, suddenly jumped up, informing me that she had a brilliant plan! This plan was indeed brilliant under the circumstances, as we would use the floor washing pail and as the closet for all the cleaning up things was huge, one of us had to stand guard while the other one disappears into our improvised toilet!
It was a relieve to empty my bursting bladder, and we were questioning our renting out of our room, as nothing close to us were open at seven in the morning.
But then a miracle happened, as four young boys were booked into the family room for six weeks, and when they moved in that night, they asked us if we could make them a take-away sandwich for every morning, as they had to leave at six thirty every day! Phew!!