Cat-Astrophe?

Why oh why oh why ... yes cue rant. Why do I foolishly expect any kind of decent service in country hotels that charge less than £300 a night??! What foolish world am I inhabiting where paying £90 a night gets you a clean bathroom?? We have just returned from a delightful (room the exception) jaunt up north where I hit the outlet shops with a vengeance & replenished my summer wardrobe top to toe, Jaeger, Hobbs, NYDJ etc all at 50% off – yippee!! But un-yippee for the hotel. The website was most alluring – all our suites have been recently refurbished it trilled showing Lawrence Llewellyn type make over’s, a glimpse of velvet curtains, mood lighting & a hint of burr walnut. Oo-eer we thought – this looks alright! The honeymoon suite (it continued) was “lavishly furnished ... a neutral decor ... high specification furniture, leather sofa, flat screen TV and even a Jacuzzi bath”. Well – there we were. And a Royal Wedding deal to boot so B&B was – well around £90 a night. So not unreasonable for us to expect a bit of a fab room. Except – oh dear. I’m sure you can guess.
The carpet was grubby, the high spec furniture was an afterthought & the huge TV was in an odd piece of furniture that had necessitated the skirting being cut – but not finished in any way. And all the wires were in a white plastic tube that had been painted to look like wood... class. The light fittings all had at least 1 dead bulb in them so the light was wonky. There was no wardrobe as such just hangers behind the bizarre piece of furniture the bed was slotted into – oh and a porthole window with no curtain so the sun streamed though at 5am. A lie in? Dream on! But all of that was Dorchester class compared to the bathroom. Only one dim light worked. The “gold” shower fitting had lime scale on lime scale and was crusty. The shower screen had long since been broken but instead of replacing it, they left the empty mechanism in situ & had hung a fungus ridden curtain inside the metal rails... I had bruises on my elbows trying to manoeuvre in it – and gave up eventually. The Jacuzzi bath had ½” of dust on it (as I found out when I stupidly touched it) – it went on. But typically we went up to “complain” and the lady behind the desk was a delight and was with her 5 month old ginger kitten called Skittles who wanted to play with us .... Complain? Sorry cute kitty cat rubbing my ankles & purring, complain about what?? Oh you are so sweet! No, all is fine now you’re here, come here for a cuddle!