This is an odd, odd place.
I was shown to my room last night:
Me: "Gosh, this is nice. The floral armchairs are a nice touch"
He: "Yes. The owner loved this room. She'd sit in that chair there and watch the gulls"
Me: "Really?"
He: "Oh yes, sir. She frequently slept here."
Me: "She must have been sad to leave"
He: "Only the undertaker knows the expression on her face, sir"
Me: (faintly) "Oh"
I have to say; it is lovely here - I sat in the sun room this morning before the rest of the house awoke and started tackling my 'to read' list. First up - A Tale Of Two Cities. I found a copy in the library. Printed in 1911.
(yes, there is a library in this place. Next to the bar. I may never leave)
