Ego

Last night, my friend and I went on holiday…..or so it felt. When we set off from my modest abode on the windy Wirral, we expected to be grabbing a quick bite to eat before checking out some of the local pubs, as part of our mutual, on-going “let’s get familiar with this new area we’ve moved to” mission. However, the quick bite turned out to be the highlight of our month, never mind our evening. Booking was easy. I rang at 10am, and a polite answer-phone message asked me to leave details of the booking I required, and informed me I would be contacted asap. My call was returned within 90 minutes, and, although they were very ...