Nonetheless, I decided that this might still be my best chance to have her agree to extending my stay at her cottage, so I opened the gate and walked up to the front door.
Through the net curtains I could just make out two adult figures pacing back and forth inside there. They were clearly arguing, but it was impossible to hear what was being said from my vantage point.
I waited a moment before knocking. The door was answered by Mr Moss, a short, bespectacled man with a very obvious toupee adorning his head, the colour of which did not match his sideburns.
We introduced ourselves, and I could see his wife in the background, pretending she was preoccupied with dusting, and therefore too busy to speak to me.
I began by congratulating him on owning such a beautiful holiday let as a sly wa
