You might think that living and owning your own hotel in the sunny south of France would be the ideal idyll – it can be you know, but it is not sunny ALL the time and being a hotel owner definitely has it’s drawbacks. I watch episodes of Fawlty Towers with a whole new perspective these days and I really do empathise with poor old Basil…
Before we left Belfast for France I had a nice comfy little job in Tesco involving a variety of customer service, front desk positions and most often checkouts; I liked my work there because you get to meet people, you’re nice and busy and you get to leave the job behind when your shift is finished. Not so with the hotel. There were times in France when I was up to my eyeballs in dirty bed linen, breakfast dishes and not-so-nice guests and that was when my mind would drift back to that job in Tesco…how easy it all seemed and why was I mad enough to leave it!
Anyway, I’ve applied for another position there and hope to start soon – the money will come in more than handy for Xmas going by the wish-list my children are drawing up!
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One of the things I really do miss about living in Australia is the backyard barbeques we always had throughout the year. Fortunately the weather in Sydney, where I lived, was suitable for bbq’s pretty much all year round except for certain times at the height of summer – that’s when you get the total fire bans issued and you can’t strike a match anywhere outside let alone light a barbie.
Back in July I asked my son what he would like for his birthday in August and his very quick reply went like this: I want tickets to see Marilyn Manson in concert!
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