Chapter Two OUR HOTEL WAS called the Gwesty Bryn Nodfa. Gwesty is Welsh for hotel. We were guests in the Gwesty. There weren’t many other guests because it’s quite a little hotel. Two old ladies looked out of the Gwesty guest lounge and saw Biscuits and me and said, ‘Oh dear! Boys! They’ll start rampaging around in their great big boots.’ So Biscuits whispered in my ear, ‘Oh dear! Old ladies! They’ll start rampaging around in their great big Scholl sandals.’ I cracked up laughing. Biscuits did too. Mum frowned at us. ‘Boys! Calm down now.’ She looked apologetically at the old ladies. ‘Don’t worry, they’re very well-behaved boys.’ ‘But I bet they’re very badly behaved old ladies,’ Biscuits whispered. I cracked up laughing again. Biscuits did too. We couldn’t stop even when Mum got really cross. Biscuits laughed so much he choked on the last bit of a Kit Kat he’d been munching and he had to be patted on the back. Little bits of Kit Kat – Kitten Krumbs – spattered out of his mouth and slurped down his chin.
