|Ann outside the Leather Bottle|
Bleak House was Dickens' home for many years, with rooms named after his characters. Last time, we had Fagan, but this time we have moved upmarket with the Copperfield Bridal Suite – a glorious, large airy room with full dressing room, en-suite bathroom with bath big enough to swim in, and a balcony overlooking the tiny harbour and the town.
|On the balcony at Bleak House|
|Dickens' Study at Bleak House|
Last evening, I dozed on the bed after driving down, to be woken by a shouting match. Ann had already left the room to deal with it, telling the woman her husband has cancer and was sleeping, and she did not expect staff disputes to waken the guests. This morning, the factotum came into the breakfast room with fulsome apologies, kissing Ann's hand and clasping mine, appologising for the behaviour of his manager, who had been shouting at him for some minor thing. He said he had told her before about unprofessional behaviour in the hearing of the guests. Then he brought us a first class breakfast, before having to step over his bed behind the locked bar for a pint of coke for another guest's breakfast. Kent has always been a little quirky.