Woke at 8ish having been disturbed by a combination of the heat and my own bowels in the night. Had that disorientated feeling you get waking up in a strange bed.
Got it together to go for breakfast, a nice buffet style affair. Faced with the offer of 'eat all you like', I naturally ate more than I liked. Croissant, orange juice, full English, another croissant, tea. Food, service and decor all nice, probably the nicest part of the stay at the Village Hotel.
We got home to find that the kids had virtually finished tidying up. H's girlfriend was, oddly enough standing in the street in a dressing gown. No comment on that. I must have one of the very few homes in any country that is actually improved by a teenager's birthday party. I was delighted they had eaten all of the buffet except the bree and pate (the best bits in my opinion).
Nick and I had a very quiet day with the papers and watched the whole of the BBC Bleak House series which looked great, us not having seen it since we got the new telly.
Don't ya just love Sundays?
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