Remember When...

I'm currently waiting for time to move forward to the point that 'remember when we had a gas leak and checked into a luxury hotel for a week' becomes funny rather than a pain in the ass.

That being said I am attempting to enjoy my enforced country retreat.  Favorite activities include:

• Morning strolls across the estate (all I need is Isis).
• Thinking up witty different responses for the entire hotel staff when each individual inquires on a daily basis how the gas leak repair is going.  I am beginning to think that H and I are the biggest news story / source of gossip in the hotel.
• Waiting with much anticipation for our tea box to be refilled and then checking excitedly for new flavours.
• Deciding that toast racks are seriously underrated.  
• Afternoon tea.
• Reading the freshly ironed Financial Times in front of the roaring, non gas, fireplace.
• Daily bubble baths and long showers because I have hot water and can do what I want.
• Eating lunch in a bathrobe.
• Observing that the staff has noticed my fondness for sparkling water and has stocked the mini fridge accordingly.
• Twice daily maid service...unfortunately I'm addicted, sorry H.
• Having a personal chef and no dishes or clean-up, see above, sorry H.

Ok, perhaps the pain in the ass is just the uncertainty of not knowing when we can check-out and the fact that we are paying rent and paying for a hotel room.  If we just move out of our flat and into the hotel permanently, that could solve all of our problems.  Well that and the fact that the hotel bar is 'at our disposal' 24 hours a day.