When at last the train pulled into Glasgow station, I was a wreck! Not so much from nerves, but more from being very, very tired, as I have had almost no sleep, as of courese I sat through the night at Stansted. And this is the  reason why I prefer just to fly to Heathrow, and then take the train to Stirling.

Anne and Bryan was very excited at my coming, as they had tried to cope by themselves with the help of their daughters, but I don't think that they realized when buying the hotel that it was so hard running an Inn.
I could see from the beginning that I was going to have to be firm about my position, as I could see that Anne was quite out of her depth about having someone working for her, and when she told me on the first morning that it was her hotel, and I will do as she said, I started to see red lights, as when someone is head of a kitchen, that person knows what was going on, and if an outside person kept on bugging in, things could turn sour fast.
I was given a room at one side of the hotel, and told that I could use the toilet and shower on the other side, and I flatly refused! I was NOT going to run in my pajamas up and down the corridor, not with all the guests around. It wasn't to be funny, but I just thought that it was a bit silly, as they could have given me the room that Joe and Rosanne gave us, that was not quite up to standard, and had to still be re -decorated. But Anne wanted all the en suite rooms to be rented out, so I decided to look for another job, as I did not think that they were the kind of people that I wanted to work for. Bryan, who had a lot more common sense then decided to move the laundry to where they had given me a room, and make the laundry into a room for me, as the shower and toilet were in a small corridor together with that.
The next day I met Suzy and Ewan, two of the Inn's most loyal customers who ordered pizzas every Friday night if they didn't come in to eta it, and Ewan told me that they don't have pizzas anymore, as the Inn now sells mcvities biscuits with pizza toppings!
The next evening I knew exactly what he meant, as Anne's daughter came to help me, and she had to do the pizzas. I was busy, and told her to do me two pizzas, but when the whole table's meals had to go out, I noticed this tiny little pizza on the big pizza plate. I was aghast, as a pizza was not cheap, and this thing that the girl made was smaller that even a child's pizza. So I told her to hold that back, and I made two other pizzas, on which Anne came rolling in and asked me why I was holding this people's pizzas back. On me answering her, she got stark raving mad, and screamed at me that it was her hotel, and she called the shots, at which I took off my apron, and told her that I was leaving.
She then told me that Joe and Rosanne had lied about how well they were doing with the food, and that they were not having any of the locals in anymore. I then told her about the people saying that she was selling mcVities biscuits with pizza toppings on, at which she stormed out of the kitchen calling for Bryan to come to her aid.
Bryan was a nice, softspoken man who always looked well groomed, while Anne, who was completely grey, died her hair a dead black, and when I started there, the roots had grown out about two inches, and it just looked so cheap. She wasn't dirty, but she had this huge boobs, and a huge, sagging tummy that hung over the tight pants that she wore, and also a lot of flab hanging out on the sides as the tops she wore was not at all suitable for a body of her shape.
Bryan was the peacemaker, and he asked me to please stay, as after Joe had left they were completely lost, and they really did need me. I asked for a meeting the next day, as there was still a few meals to get out, and the people had already waited for some time while we were squabbling!