Mr Him has done it again. Caused Miss 18, myself, reception staff and various guests in a lift great hilarity. For most people this is no mean feat but in Mr Him's case it just took underwear, or lack thereof.
We had moved hotel. In the new hotel Miss 18 and I weren't satisfied with the room so arranged a transfer. Mr Him had unpacked already eager for his second week to begin. He repacked and we shuffled across to the new room. We then lazed by the pool, enjoyed happy hour, had a swim. Mr Him waddled off to our room for a shower. He was a while. He was more a-while. After even more a- while we went to the room to see if he'd been washed away. He came to the door ensconced in a towel. ' I seem to have a predicament ' he said.
'I don't have any underwear. '
We were incredulous. 'You've been here a week and only just noticed.'
'No, I had underwear yesterday. I just don't today. '
'Yes, none except what I wore today.'
I asked him if he possibly left them in the other room. Miss 18 and I giggled (convulsed actually) our way to reception. We explained Mr Him's 'predicament.'
I don't know who's plight they had sympathy for, mine, Mr Him's, Miss 18's, theirs or the general populace's but reception handed over a key to our last room with supersonic speed, and laughter. "You better check before the next people arrive and think they're a hotel giveaway. '
'They'd complain if they did ' I said. ' they aren't exactly new'. I didn't add maybe not even clean. (Actually they were clean as our dirty clothes go in a laundry bag. )
We found the pile of clean boxer shorts neatly folded in a draw, handed back the key and wandered to restaurant to browse the menu, just to keep him in suspense a little longer.
Then the lift beckoned. We squeezed ourselves in amongst 2 men, one lady and 2 lilos. One man decided it would be amusing to keep bopping us with the upright taller than us lilos.
We told them of the boxershorts excursion which led to one saying. 'How much fun can 5 people have in a lift with two lilos and a husband's underwear. '
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Enjoy. I didn't.
|mushrooms in batter with mayo|
or rather pudding.
|Mr Him's dad. Note the T shirt. I see where Mr Him gets 'it' from .|
|we tried to catch a dragonfly on film|
|former lime kiln|
|A very chalky area. Think white cliffs of Dover. They run all along the south coast.|
|Gorgeous colour of this old post box|
|Time for a cuppa. Hey, we're English. We like our afternoon tea.|
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