Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Great Expectations


It’s never good to have high hopes is it? Knowing what was to come after we arrived at our final destination in France, I had spent hours trawling the internet, researching, refining and finally choosing the best place to stay for our one night of freedom on the way down to Brittany.
I worked hard on Dear Charlie for months to allow me to do this and to spend something in the region of £200 for the privilege. This was going to be the one night that would make the next seven bearable. It was going to be fabulous, stylish, charming – it turned out to be unremarkable, uncomfortable and just a bit tedious especially for the Boys.
I should have known as a friend remarked so sagely when I trilled about my wondrous find: “Gays and children just don’t mix.” I hate it when that happens. You tell someone about all your plans and you are really excited by the whole prospect and then they pour cold water on them – oh but how right she was…
The thing is that we don’t go on holiday often basically because we can’t afford it with everything we earn going straight to the money pit that is our home or else on the boys’ education. It’s a lifestyle choice (or the fact that we are too proud to say we’ve cocked up somewhat but I believe that that IS a kind of lifestyle choice too). Anyway we pretend we don’t want to go on holiday and would rather stay at home. But really I long to go on holidays. I love to visit new places and try out new food. I like exploring and just getting away from it all. I like being abroad if only for the fact that I adore coming home again. But enforced staycations – well come on. Who are we kidding here?
So having the opportunity to go away, even if it is with the in-laws was just too good to pass up and it was all supposed to be so perfect….
But when the start of your holiday doesn’t quite match up to your expectations it seems kind of prescient. We arrive at the Chateau and well it is rather bijou, more hunting lodge than castle. But things look up when our host offers us a drink although I should have worried a bit by the fact that he darted inside to do this leaving us to struggle with our baggage and to dump it untidily in the middle of the hall.
We were left bereft and had to venture into the house with some trepidation to find him with open bottle of champagne talking to two other guests. I was slightly non-plussed to be handed a glass of insipid white wine instead of champagne but didn’t get much chance to drink it as the boys rushed in having been released from their seven-hour confinement in the car. Let’s say they were overjoyed to be free and their exuberance was palatable.
The look on the owners face said it all and my heart did a double flip and belly flopped to the bottom of my stomach. Despite being forewarned about my boys and despite me being reassured that children were more than welcomed – it was clearly not the case. Although no words were said it was made abundantly clear that children and probably my boys in particular we barely tolerated.
I asked feebly where we were to stay and my host graciously deigned to show me stepping over our luggage at the bottom of the stairs raising only one eyebrow, and then preceding me up two flights of wooden stairs wincing at the sound of the two small elephants that accompanied us on the trip.
It sort of went down hill from there on in really. What with my boys shouting out they needed feeding, entertaining and of course needing a poo, and mine host was sort of there in the back ground - wincing. A lot.
And the final straw was being handed the bill the next day and realising I had to pay nigh on £15 for a couple of glasses of warm white wine and two small cups of orange squash that both my boys had pronounced yucky. I felt terrible with no way of redeeming the situation.
However, the gods move in mysterious ways and the next morning as I was about to leave and in the middle of shaking hands with the patron, I caught a glance out of the corner of my eye of a tray with our glasses on from the night before, still sloshing with wine.
I am afraid I disgraced myself unutterably and I probably ruined any chance of ever returning to the establishment again. Reader, I sank both glasses there and then and proceeded to wolf down the boy’s rejected orange squash as well to the horror of all. I have no idea what made me do it but I caught Dear Charlie’s eye and that was it we could hardly suppress our giggles. We made an excellent departure, heads held high and on to the next adventure.

15 comments:

Mud in the City said...

Serves him right! Hope the rest of the trip is an improvement.

Potty Mummy said...

Good for you - and why not name and shame the chateau so the rest of us don't make the same mistake? Havealovelytime.com would be delighted with a no-holds barred review, I'm sure!

Pippa said...

Oh dear. I probably would of put the drinks somewhere other than my mouth...

elizabethm said...

Oh good for you - I was cheering! I was looking at bodran's photos of newquay today. It looked fabulous so you do get some holiday, even if it isn't hot abroad. Actually it is abroad sort of, isn't it? We in Wales are in another country. Have a good holiday.

Tattie Weasle said...

Mud - depending on from whose view you take it, it did get better...
Potty - i'm worried about libel or is it defamation???
Pippa - it did cross my mind but I think I woul dhave had a laundry/dry cleaning bill.
Elizabethm - do you know Dear Charlie and I had a really good chat about France or abroad vs New Quay and well - New Quay won hands down!

Pam said...

Hope you gave him the "Cheers" salute as you downed those drinks! Good on ya!

Tattie Weasle said...

Pam - mentally, I gave him one mentally....:)

Arosebyanyothername said...

Remind me to tell you one day about our stay in a hotel in Clovelly . . .

Pipany said...

Oh what a shame for you all. To pay out and have that treatment is disgusting. Hope the rotter loses all future custom (golly, I am sounding a grouch!). Just know how precious those rare hols are and hope the rest of the trip was better x

KittyB said...

Oh, funny, nice one.
What a disappointing start, hpoe the rest was better. New Quay next year?!

Pondside said...

This one was like at train wreck - I could see what was coming....couldn't look away......and there it was! Thanks so much for the morning laugh - and I know that this holiday night will go down in family lore - a story to be trotted out to much laughter at gatherings for years and years.

Expat mum said...

In situations like that I'm always tempted to let the kids run riot - and if I could sink the leftover drinks like that I'd be more than willing too! Cracking!

Elizabethd said...

Was that also in Brittany? There are some really lovely hotels here...you didnt find one, obviously!

Elizabethd said...

PS...you could review the hotel on Tripadvisor, warts and all.

bodran... said...

What an awful man !!
We had a similar experience in ludlow with a hotelier, there was a glass door on the Loo. Tell you more another day xx Looking forward to seeing you in harrogate.

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