Relaxing in the main lounge area I suddenly realise that I need to ring the Inn if we’re to have any hope of booking for New Year’s Night.
‘Good morning, I wonder if you have any vacancies for New Year’s Night for two people.’
‘I’m sorry, madam, all our rooms are taken. We tend to get booked up very early for this time of year.’
‘Yes, I suppose so. I should have realised.’
‘We can fit you in for the evening meal, if that would suit you.’
I quickly consider.
‘Yes, why not; say 8pm?’
I give my name and contact number and immediately ring Peter to let him know the situation but his phone appears to be switched off. Never mind, I’ll try again when I get home. He’ll need to know so that he can either book into another London hotel or return to Coventry that night.
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