Bay Tree Hotel
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... to us and snapped "you want FOOD?" as if the very thought was obscene. (What happened to "good evening, what can I get you?")
"Ummm, yes, we would like a meal, but we'd like drinks too...?"
"Well, food you order OVER THERE," (Thinks: you morons!) "and you can get drinks here." *sigh*
"Well, if it's not too much trouble, we'd like..."
At last, our ******** drinks in our hands, we slunk, ashamed to be asking, over to the food bar ...
Back into England to meadows of mostly gold - what a difference 10 days of heat makes. The rain overnight freshened everything up and we awoke to another sunny, warm day. Perfected our breakfast routine this morning - sat down and ordered coffee, tea and 1 slice of brown toast cut into triangles. Enjoyed our scrambled eggs with salmon and the full english, finished off toast with marmalade and took our coffee and tea to the morning room and ...
... Station by my cousin Marion and her husband, David, and driven to the Cotswold village of Brailes for a Godson family reunion. Everyone there but in-laws will be descendents of my two grandparents: Clementina and Ernest Godson, who met in that village before they moved to London. According to my cousin, Sue, I am not "my American cousin," but "my cousin who lives in America"
Sorry this is so long. Did find the little machine, very thankful.
While eating my bowl of muesli for breakfast I managed to break a tooth! The hotel organised an appointment down the road at Fabian’s dentist. Luckily by 9.15 I was done with a temporary filling in place! I am so glad that that happened in Oxford and not in Paris – I doubt my French would have been up to it ha ha. We spent the morning exploring Christchurch College, ...
Departed this am from Paddington Station where I caught a train direct to Oxford. The sun was thoroughly concealed by clouds as I ducked into the station. Open seating on the train which quickly filled to capacity. Almost immediately, an elderly English lady behind me started complaining incessantly about the Syrians and the Moroccans and others who in her mind were mooching off the system without paying in...her voice drowned out none too soon ...