No. Not the sort of dodgy websites so central to the training regime of Italian goalie Buffon, I refer to my hotel booking site. As I made my booking (no credit card needed, very handy) a message kept flashing up saying that I was pursuing the last available room and that 6 other folks were also looking at it. Cripes, better hurry up. Having been here for 24 hours it dawns on me that mine is the only room here that is in fact occupied.
So the pool is empty, there are no fat Germans/ Scandinavian pensioners on the sun-loungers, I have a dedicated service whenever I want a cafe frappe (milk but no sugar natch) or a diet coke and I have complete peace and quiet.
My father has managed to install skype on his computer (well my step mother has installed it for him) and so his relationship with that he terms Beelzebub, viz the internet, has just strengthened. We have managed a good conversation yesterday with the added joy of me being able to stay on line hearing him discuss in a very earnest fashion with my step mother for a couple of minutes how they should switch skype off. They got it in the end. He has an email address but needs by step mother to type for him but we will make a silver surfer of him yet.
The only drawback is that there has been a sharp increase in the cost of smoking. The owner of this place is giving up. Or rather he is weaning himself off the habit by not buying a pack a day but cadging 4 or 5 cigarettes off me each day. But given how cheap his hotel is, how cheap cigarettes are and the fact that I have a personal service at all times, it is something I can handle. Anyhow, I am as you know, giving up myself shortly.
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