With July and August fully booked and most guests staying only one night, life is all about looking for another container of Chlorox wipes I’m certain I purchased but apparently didn’t.
This morning I dragged weary me into the suite after check-out to find the first guests in over three years didn’t use the bathtub. Plug still closed and dry, soap on bathmat still in it’s wrapper, not a hair in sight.
The thrill I felt must be of the same flavour as when I saw the babies’ nappies flapping on the clothesline many years back, because that was the image my memory called up.
Not something I’d mention in a review, but It’s the first time I’ve appreciated guests with hygiene standards lower than most guests.