It was the rain that woke her up. Loud drips made by fat raindrops accompanied by rolling thunder in the background. She stretched luxuriously, then snuggled further into her familiar down duvet. Ah! It felt good with that slight breeze upon the air.
The next thing she knew was when the alarm clock pipped its double beeps, ‘Beep beep; beep beep!’ That was all it took for her to open her eyes and tap the top of her old-fashioned alarm clock. Not for her those new fangled radio alarms which she could not fathom. It was so much easier to have a clock that only did what clocks were meant to do i.e. tell that time and wake her up!
It was 8 a.m. according to her little Seiko. Within a minute, she had dressed and made it up the stairs to the kitchen. There, the clock (which was actually set 5 minutes fast) told her it was 7:50 a.m. Shucks! She could have had another 10 minutes’ lie-in!
But someone was coming in for an early breakfast. Opening the kitchen door, she lifted the lid off the milk crate to find 18 farm fresh eggs nicely packed in 3 cartons awaiting pick up. Next to the eggs were pints to milk, freshly bottled from the dairy.
Suddenly, she realised something was missing. Where was the rain? It was not 15 minutes ago that she had heard the thunder and heavy rain. Now, the sky was clear – still a little grey, but clear nonetheless. No rain. Not even a teeny tiny drop.
And thus did the day pan out. South Lakeland’s skies continued to brighten as they day went on. Sunshine and humidity vied with each other for precedence. It was going to be an uncomfortable day for working in the guest house again: she would feel hot, with pin pricks of perspiration adding to the discomfort. She had always said that one could dress against the cold, but in the heat, there is nowt further to take off once one reaches the skin!
And so it proved. The day grew warmer and warmer with high humidity. However . . . a small blessing! As she serviced the rooms, she noticed a pleasant small breeze that helped to cool the air just a little. By 3 p.m., she had finished putting 8 rooms to rights. It was time for lunch.
Her 20-minute lunch break was an interrupted affair, but hey ho! she then took time out for a cooling cleansing shower. Ah! She was feeling more human now. Dressed in shorts and t-shirt, she was now ready to do battle with the mountain of administrative work to complete. Then, she had the tables to re-set for breakfast the next morning, the laundry to put through the wash, and dishes still to do.
9 p.m. and she has just about finished her work for the day. In all, she had worked a 13-hour day. Finishing at 9 p.m. called for a little celebration. Oftentimes, it might be later before she could call it a day. It was nothing unusual for her to finish at midnight or later. Everyday was different; and that was why running a Bed and Breakfast was so interesting.
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