Dirty Weekend Though Not For Me
Our romantic weekend didn’t start so well for my wife and I. On the Friday night after checking in to the hotel I had booked, she seemed pretty pissed off that the hotel wasn’t as fancy as I had led her to believe. ‘Boutique’ is what it had said in the info. ‘Grotty’ is how she described it, ‘Fucking shithole!’ she added. We went for a meal and spent the evening bickering while deciding that we would try to find another hotel for the Saturday night. Waking up after a sexless night’s sleep, I...