The relatively disinterested yet knowing glance I got from the guy behind reception when I finally got back to my hotel implied as much. When I closed the door to my room and got a good look at myself in the full length mirror, I was surprised that the reception guy hadn’t let out a cry of horror...
Bud graciously helped me out of the vehicle (so that’s why men did that—because women wearing those skirts had no idea where their feet were!) and I tottered over the gravel on my kitten heels toward the front door. Colin MacMillan was there to greet us, wearing a green ve...
The kitchen was deserted, and there were no aromas of food—which was just as well because I was still feeling quite full. “Hello?” called Al. Footsteps descended the staircase in the corner of the kitchen, and Tony appeared, shh-ing us as he did so....
said Eirwen sympathetically. “We could have port, by way of a little celebration,” suggested Idris. “We have a couple of bottles of very good port in the dining room. Mother used to drink it, but Janet has banned her from doing so. Just a moment—I’ll get it sorted.” ...