It must be how I pick them. we (my and herslef) went away a few weeks back for her birthday to Scarborough (lovely place, don't knock it until you've tried it). And our B&B had an "interesting" land lady shall we say. And she and I didn't really get on when I said (on the first morning) that I wanted poached egg on toast, not the full English she'd (her husband - the "chef") had cooked for me!

Well today I booked a B&B in Wolves for this swimming competition on Sunday, I don't want to drive down (before) first thing on Sunday so I surfed the good old Internet and found "Guest House X". And have duly booked with them, I probably shouldn't have since after ascertaining they'd got a room I then told them I wouldn't be there until late... "Well how late? 9, 10, 11...?" (stop please you're being silly) so I guessed some time between 8 and 9. But then we got on to breakfast.

On Sunday it's from 9:00, well that's no good because I want to be at the pool for 9:00. "Well 'they' don't get in until 8:30, you could have cereal then - but not a cooked breakfast...". But I don't want a cooked breakfast... I just want a bowl of muselea and a cup of tea...

I can see stress problems this weekend. Perhaps I should move up market...