Sexey

Our upmarket B&B was lovely. It was in a period semi in the ancient high street, opposite Sexey’s Hospital - a gift from benefactor Hugh Sexey for the townsfolk, as they reached their autumn years. Not for me yet as there’s still a spring in my step.

Our en-suite room was excellent, with a range of beautiful pastels painted by the owner’s grandmother. Lovely! But the shower interested me most. Huge, room for at least two. I had an idea.

“Shall we shower together? I asked hopefully.

“No” was the unequivocal reply.

Maybe I was getting a bit too Sexey!