I’ve put pen to paper again with a poem. I hope you readers all know me well enough to realise that it’s all tongue in cheek and that actually I love being a hostess and that I am a sociable, gregarious person. We were visited by a few of our good friends, all of whom we first met while we were living in Italy.
Visitors…
We’ve had visitors to stay in April and I had to get things straight
They came and went like fleas on their hols, from morning until late
I had to do the housework proper, not flick around light with the duster
Dig deep into my domestic soul, find some enthusiasm to muster
I splashed the extra strong germ killer, gave the bathroom a jolly good scrub
I added a bit of fragrance so it smelt like a flowering shrub
The sheets were done, the bed was made, the food all bought and stored
The wine and beer safe in the fridge. I hoped they wouldn’t get bored
The first lot came for only one night, we packed much in before they fled
To much better pastures; a hotel, en-suite with a king size bed
A quick turnaround at our end to welcome the next lucky pair
They hung around for two nights… more than enough to bear
On to the final couple…a collection at dawn o’clock!
From the airport seventy miles away – my body’s still in shock
They redeemed themselves, a gift of smoked salmon, certainly Ireland’s best
Then ruined it all, with several demands to complete a tough, tourist quest
Off to see Lenny’s farm shop and Broadchurch’s death-cliff height
The town pub was too smelly, and the Guinness, bejaysus was shite!
They live in Italy, so he wanted to go to a typical, thatched local Inn
I found one, he liked it, but the beer wasn’t good, bloody hell, I just could not win
We’d got rid of the lot and had settled right down, to recoup our lost get-up-and-go
When a knock on the door. No! Another fine pair, wanting glasses of cold Prosecco
They stayed long enough, to scoff all the nuts, the dip, the breadsticks and wine
Then up they both jumped, thank goodness, they had somewhere much better to dine!
Ninette Hartley ©
West Bay…the location for the Broadchurch TV series. Only a ten minute drive from our cottage.
Washingpool Farm Shop…another location for Broadchurch
Walking the dog with our visitors
The Ilchester Arms at Symondsbury…thatched Inn, beer not good aparently…(gin and tonic was great though)
one brief appearance in the corner of the penultimate photo probably sums up my contribution quite well! – and Healy – if you’re reading this – stop now and GET BACK TO WORK!
Tiziana, Carole AND Lenny Henry?! Wow!!!
We didnt actually see LH but…. there is a cardborad cut out of him in the shop and you can take a selfie for charity. Should have done it! AND. We did see Hugh and Helen too!