We have been in a hotel since we had arrived last Thursday, September 28. It was a nice hotel, a Marriot. We got free breakfast, it was warm, we had a nice TV with more then 4 channels, and may I mention that it was WARM, the staff was helpful, ever so polite and nice ("Yes, Mrs. Beary. How may I assist you?"). We had connecting rooms, but no real living space. Which at times can be annoying, but really, how often were we really there all together?
We had discussed changing to a different hotel because we had talked about living up in Bishop's Stortford, which is a town north of where Sean works in Harlow. The hotel was south of both points, so at first, it looked like I was going to do lots of driving. But, as I dove into the housing and school situation, it became apparent that there was no way we would be living in Bishop's Stortford.
Sean had other co-workers that had been in the area for about 4 months and they lived in temporary housing. Sean was bound and determined that we were going to move there, come **** or high water. Despite, anything that I said. So, I shut up, packed up and we arrived last night.
I am not exactly sure where we are, to be honest. We arrived in the dark, after a late dinner. We were on a winding little horse cart of a road and on our first try we turned into the wrong place. We finally found the place and was directed by a helpful, soon to be neighbor where to go to check in and Sean paid. I do know that when I looked out the bedroom window this morning I saw horses. Then when I looked out the living area window I saw the cars, a couple of other cottages, round hay bales and a tractor.
We walked in and it seemed ok, except for the gas like smell in the kitchen/living area. I pointed it out to Sean and was instantly told to shut up. Really? Because the smell of gas IS great, right? Oh, but we do have a self catering kitchen (because it is in my wildest dream to cook right now), a TV with 6? channels and washer/dryer combo though, ooooo, celebration. Oh and the bathroom... can I mention the bathroom? It smells, much like the bathroom did in the hotel that we stayed in while we went to Milan. It is not quite like a port a potty, but has a definite eau de poo smell and about that washer/dryer combo? I think that I may finally understand why my English friend Carly mentions ironings so much on Facebook. All the clothes came out wrinkly and not completely dry. I might add that I took them out right away and put them on a drying rack. ( I just wanted to go to a laundry mat, but Sean insisted that was not going to happen.)
So, we all got ready for bed and shut out the lights. One thing that became apparent was that the road was very close. We could hear cars race by occasionally all night. I say race because remember last night I described the road as a little horse cart? Where we are is a little curvy area on the small narrow road. I wonder how fast those cars are really going because it sure sounds fast.
So, as morning came upon us, I start hearing a cow, mooing. It was also freezing cold! Ok, where am I really? As I was looking around this morning I found the receipt, the name of the place that we are staying? Delmond Barns, great. So, here I sit, freezing and smelling gas, sipping hot tea. We are wandering around with blankets wrapped around us and the warmest clothes that we have on our bodies. Guess this is going to push me to make a fast decision on a home! Brrrrr! But hey, on the plus side I have free internet!
We had discussed changing to a different hotel because we had talked about living up in Bishop's Stortford, which is a town north of where Sean works in Harlow. The hotel was south of both points, so at first, it looked like I was going to do lots of driving. But, as I dove into the housing and school situation, it became apparent that there was no way we would be living in Bishop's Stortford.
Sean had other co-workers that had been in the area for about 4 months and they lived in temporary housing. Sean was bound and determined that we were going to move there, come **** or high water. Despite, anything that I said. So, I shut up, packed up and we arrived last night.
I am not exactly sure where we are, to be honest. We arrived in the dark, after a late dinner. We were on a winding little horse cart of a road and on our first try we turned into the wrong place. We finally found the place and was directed by a helpful, soon to be neighbor where to go to check in and Sean paid. I do know that when I looked out the bedroom window this morning I saw horses. Then when I looked out the living area window I saw the cars, a couple of other cottages, round hay bales and a tractor.
We walked in and it seemed ok, except for the gas like smell in the kitchen/living area. I pointed it out to Sean and was instantly told to shut up. Really? Because the smell of gas IS great, right? Oh, but we do have a self catering kitchen (because it is in my wildest dream to cook right now), a TV with 6? channels and washer/dryer combo though, ooooo, celebration. Oh and the bathroom... can I mention the bathroom? It smells, much like the bathroom did in the hotel that we stayed in while we went to Milan. It is not quite like a port a potty, but has a definite eau de poo smell and about that washer/dryer combo? I think that I may finally understand why my English friend Carly mentions ironings so much on Facebook. All the clothes came out wrinkly and not completely dry. I might add that I took them out right away and put them on a drying rack. ( I just wanted to go to a laundry mat, but Sean insisted that was not going to happen.)
So, we all got ready for bed and shut out the lights. One thing that became apparent was that the road was very close. We could hear cars race by occasionally all night. I say race because remember last night I described the road as a little horse cart? Where we are is a little curvy area on the small narrow road. I wonder how fast those cars are really going because it sure sounds fast.
So, as morning came upon us, I start hearing a cow, mooing. It was also freezing cold! Ok, where am I really? As I was looking around this morning I found the receipt, the name of the place that we are staying? Delmond Barns, great. So, here I sit, freezing and smelling gas, sipping hot tea. We are wandering around with blankets wrapped around us and the warmest clothes that we have on our bodies. Guess this is going to push me to make a fast decision on a home! Brrrrr! But hey, on the plus side I have free internet!
He should stop being so insistent on matters that he's not handling (i.e. The laundry) :). Did the boys wake up with scratchy voices? Think you guys need to get out! The gas smell would bother me, but the potty smell would get me the heck outta there :)
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