Fawlty Towers

This weekend was just fabulous. Wedding done, The Mother Hen and I headed to the town of Burford in the Cotswolds. One of those beautiful chocolate box towns, where the high street is packed with purveyors of antiques, cream teas and walking socks. The purpose of our weekend was to attend the preview of The Book. Saturday saw us checking into Fawlty Towers, and possibly the worlds darkest room. It was an evening when only steak, chips and onion rings will do. Deciding on an early night, I had just slipped into my nightie, when a knock at the door revealed itself to be my beloved Marc and Keith. A new outfit, high heels, and a dash of lipstick later, much Gin was consumed.