Monday, July 23

east-west bed and breakfast

Staying in B and Bs means I don't have to feel I'm imposing on kind friends who say "do come and stay" but then understandably add so many ifs and buts that it's more trouble than it's worth.

(1) - Check-out process at the Auld Reekie B and B. The manager was ever so polite to start with, in an Edinburgh middle class way. Later he became Fawltyesque:

Him: when you come back next week, what time will you be checking in?

Me: I'm not sure yet.

Him: well if it's nice weather I don't want to be stuck behind reception waiting for you.

Me: okay, I'll text you an exact time on the day before I arrive

Him: well, I prefer not to get business calls on my mobile.

Me: okay, I've got your email address so I'll email you.

Him: well if you don't mind it's more convenient if you ring our landline and leave a message.

(2) - The Glasgow B and B check in process:

Me: Booking for McClochendichter. I've asked for a quiet room at the back.

Him: Aye, right, sign this, here's yur key.


  1. I say!

    Did you get a ceiling?

    MM III

  2. I like B&B's mostly because it is just easier. But Edinburgh has the most pretentious folks. They served us instant coffee from a cafetiere.

    Glasgow folks are most straight forward.

    If you think you can make it to Dunoon, I'll make you lunch.

  3. Albert? Ring a landline? Who but a genius could have thought of that? Didn't you show him all the plugs and cables you take around so that you can avoid doing the bloody obvious thing which is to ring the boy up? Dearie me! Some folk just aren't modern! Hotboy

  4. Mingers, more than that, I got an extra heating system, so even with the radiators turned off, the room's like a free sauna.

    Nanners, that's a nice invite, maybe next time I'll have enough time for a Dunoon trip. I like the coffee story.

    Hotters. I forgot you're still in the last century.

  5. My experience of staying at a B&B in Washington DC went like this:
    Him: when you finished breakfast, please put all your plates on the kitchen counter."

    Me: Ok.

    Next day, a French client left her cup on the dining table when I came down for breakfast.

    Him: Is that cup yours?

    Me: No. I just came down.

  6. Chatters. Some people just don't understand the idea of customer service.