As I was used to do breakfast on my own, and did the serving as well as the cooking, I was a wee bit unnerved, as to me that was the nicest part of my day. I loved to talk to the guests, and when we had Dutch or Belgian people, I spoke to them in Afrikaans, as that was derived from the their languages. They were usually much surprised to hear a language close to their own, and I always had a good laugh when they first looked at me kind of vaguely, not believing their ears, and then the understanding, and the laughs afterwards. Of course from now on all that would be in the past, that is if Jo kept on coming down.
Then Tony came down! He was dressed in a pair of jeans that would have fitted a child of ten, maybe it was his son's, gave me a ravishing black toothed smile, and went to check on the guests. I could see into the conservatory from my door, and what I saw made my hair stood straight up on my head. He had picked the table where a youngish couple were sitting, and he was leaning with his hands on their table, and almost his whole torso hanging over their food, talking mainly to the girl, and I could almost imagine the spit flying all over the table. The poor girl sat with knife and fork raised, looking like she was going to explode at any minute, but Tony was absolutely oblivious of the fact that he was not wanted.
I think he believed that as he was the owner, he had to entertain the guests. But the poor guests were all in a state of horror, and when the couple got up and left, Jo brought back their plates that were only slightly touched, I suppose before Tony joined them.
As the boys were still there for a few days to show the new owners the ropes, I decided to ask them to tell Tony not to harass people at their tables.
I was having great misgivings about staying with the hotel, but I also knew that the Inn, to whom I said no,  had in the meantime appointed another chef. So as Irene, who used to be at this hotel, was working at the Ben Shaen hotel, and there was no other one in the village, I knew that if I wanted to stay in Scotland, I had to weather this two people. The hotels hire during the month of March for the season, so it would be difficult to leave.
After breakfast Tony came into the kitchen, stood about a foot from me, put his hands in his pockets, then stuck out his scrawny little pelvis towards me, and smiled! Gross! I looked straight into his row of blackened teeth, and when he started talking and I got the full strength of his breathe, I was very near to collapsing, but excused myself sedately, walked to the door, and when out, ran like heck for the toilet. I now felt really sorry for the people who tried to eat their breakfasts with Tony looming over them.
I spoke to the boys, and they took it upon themselves to get Tony to stay as far as possible away from any guests's tables, and they promised to drill some good behaviour and the need to be hygienically clean at all times into the little guy.
But I was a worried woman! But was absolutely adamant to influence Jo to make him see the way, and just do my job, and enjoy my days off!