Getting here and the little house

After a lovely lunch in Bromborough to get our holiday underway, we set of for Newby at about 2:30 on Saturday. We planned to arrive for about 4:30 and in fact were a bit ahead of schedule, arriving in the little village at about twenty past. Rather unlike me, I'd not printed out any maps, didn't have the directions, and didn't really know where we were going! What would we do without mobile phones...we gave her a call, and some quick instructions, a u turn, and 2 minutes later we were drawing into the driveway of Appletree Cottages, a series of converted farm buildings. We're in 'Garden Cottage' which is the teeniest tinyest thing you've ever seen. A 2 story bilding about as big as a double garage!

Downstairs there's a bathroom and bedroom, and upstairs is the lounge/kitchen area which has lovely views over loccal fields and accross to the hills. Very nice. But. It's like the woman who owns the place has gone mad with the ornaments, doilies, and chinz. There's not a single surface in the place which doesn't have a little statue, a dish or bowl with pot pourri, or a candle. In such a small place, the cluttered surfaces are overwhelming! She needs to see the HOUSE DOCTOR I think!

In addition there's a funny smell around the place! No it's not Dan's socks, or the Stinky Bishop cheese we brought with us. It's because she has a different glade plug in plugged in to EVERY plug socket! I can't stand it. It's like someone poured 20 different bottles of perfume on to the carpet. Anyway I've been switching them all off, hiding all the scented candles, and all the little scented pouches and sachets hanging in every cupboard. What is it with people who insist on all these fake smells? She must have some SMELLY tennants!

All I can say is what happened to good old fresh air??