picking strawberries

The summer was now in full swing, and we were very busy food wise, but as a lot of bookings came through agents, and I suppose people complained about the state of the hotel, the rooms were not busy. One morning Anne caught me trying to make the rooms habitable, and asked me in her high pitched voice what I thought I was doing, ans then stalked down to tell her tale of woe to the poor Bryan, who had the bally patience of a saint.
When I came down to start the evening shift Anne called me into the bar for a coffee, and asked me to tell her straight out what I thought was wrong with her hotel. I thought it my chance to try and get her to do things the right way, so I said that I would also refuse a room where the carpet was covered in dog hair, and where the showers were not sparkling clean. She blew up like a blow fish, and asked me coldly if I had any more complaints about her hotel, so I told her that the cheapy soap did not do it for me, and the fact that she bought the cheapest coffee and no biscuits was another point that she would have to think about., but when I told her that the towels were so hard and rough it could take the skin off a person's body, she exploded like some hissing bomb, and screamed for Bryan to come to her immediately.
The poor man must have thought that the hotel was burning down and came running in, and on seeing him, Anne said in thin voice while giving me a withering look: 'She wants to run my hotel!", before running into her husband's arms!
I had enough and legged it to the kitchen, regretting for the hundredth time my decision not to go over to the Munro Inn when they asked me!
On my day off I decided to go and see if the wild strawberries at Glencorry was ripe, and asked Liz if she would like to go with.
It was a gorgeous day, and we took our lunch along to have a picnic as well. The hillside where the strawberries grew were quite steep, and we had to cling for dear life to keep upright, but the strawberries were smiling down at us with their red cheeks, and we had a field day in gathering them. That is until Liz lost her footing and rolled down the hillside, lying absolutely still on reaching the bottom!
I was horrified, and almost rolled down myself to get to her, wondering how on earth I was going to get her back to the car, as we were about a kilometer up the mountain.
Luckily she was only stunned, and was okay by the time I reached her, so I told her to stay put, and I would do the rest of the picking.
The strawberries were as sweet as sugar, and after our lunch we ate it with cream I brought along, then lay in the sun and baked until a cool mountain breeze reminded us where we were, so it was with regret that we packed up and made our way down to the car.
The thought of going back to the inn was really upsetting, as a lot of the guests who realized that I was connected with the hotel cornered me and demanded to be re-imbursed, and told me what a dirty lot we were! I was creeping down the cooridor to my room like a bally ghost, trying my best not to be seen!