Rosanne

On my days off, Rosanne had to come in and do breakfast, as Joe did the bar till two in the morning, and as Vince had to do both lunch and dinner, it was neccesary to have somebody else do the breakfast.
The morning after I discovered Glen Lyon, I lay dreaming in my bed, thinking how nice it was not to be in the kitchen at seven, wondering if I should go and explore Ben Lawers, the mountain range that is guarding Glen Lyon, or maybe look for some more wonderfull places, and leave the mountain for the next week when I wanted to take my tent and camp on the riverbed.
Rosanne always parked just beneath my bedroom window, and this morning I was waiting in vain to hear the car being parked, and when it was nearing eight, I realized that Rosanne must have overslept, and breakfast started at eight for people that wanted to catch the ferry. So I jumped out of bed and knocked on Joe's door, but according to the snores coming from out there, I knew that he was still far away in dreamland, as he only had to work at ten. But I hammered away until he woke up and opened the door looking everything but awake, and I told him that Rosanne never came. He then looked at me through his sleepy eyes, and asked if I would run and see if she hadn't parked at the back, so I hastily drew on my clothes, and legged it downstairs, but there was no sign of Rosanne, and already a German couple were in the diningroom waiting to eat.
I couldn't do anything else but made them their coffee, and told them with stiff lips that I would get their orders in a minute, as I couldn't open my mouth, not having brushed my teeth yet. So up the stairs again to at least wash my face and brush my teeth, and to see how far Joe was, but he was still in his pajamas, and asked me to please just see to the people until he came down. No prep was done, no sausages was taken out to defrost, no tables laid, so by the time a bleary eyed Joe came down, hair standing in ten different ways, I was bally fatigued, as this morning of all mornings, everybody wanted breakfast early. Joe looked so woebegone that I decided to help him, but I was really cross at Rosanne, as if I didn't notice that she wasn't there, this guests would have waited foe ever!
When at last I was free to go, the morning had walked on quite far, so I decided to take a little road That turned off just before a place called, and came to the loveliest small caste like house, without a roof, and nothing inside, but I loved it, and wished I could buy it to renovate.
Joe told me a few days later that they were putting the inn on the market, as Rosanne was not at all interested anymore, and I was sad, but he assured me that he would recommend me to the next people. I knew it was inevitable, as Rosanne was really fed-up! Then we got this nice couple with their teenage daughter who stayed for a week, and I spent a lot of time answering their questions, directing them to nice places, and looking after their comfort from dayn to day. I loved it when people are well looked after and felt coc\n tent and happy with the hotel, but I also knew that if you looked after them, some people gave you a nice tip, and I used all my tip money for petrol to do my exploring. Well, this three were quite exacting, asking for this that and the other, and I treated them as well as I could, and they were oh, so friendly and thankful for what I did for them. As I liked them, it was only a pleasure. The day of their departure they hugged me and kissed me, thanking me profusely for the things I did for them, and gave me a sealed envelope, and I thought, Ahhh, nice tip! Nearly flipped my lid as I opened the envelope, and all it contained was a very small card saying: 'Thank you for working so hard to make our stay enjoyable, love, the Simmonds Family'. Oh well, you can't beat them all! But the next morning I had an American couple with a baby of about six months old, and this baby was miserable, so much so that the poor people couldn't eat their breakfast, So, as they were the last guests, I offered to take the baby so that they could eat. They were thankful, and as I did this out of pure sympathy, I was astonished when they gave me a twenty pound tip, saying that they were going back that day, and I could have all their silver money, which of course added up quite nicely!