Our choice of accommodation was limited by the places that our baggage hauliers were prepared to call at. We paid roughly similar prices for all of them but met with a huge variety of facilities, space and even cleanliness.
One in an ancient half-timbered pub had very little sound-proofing. We could hear every word of the TV program our neighbours had chosen.
They considerately switched off at ten at night, but the folks in the bar below continued until late. We both screwed in ear plugs and attempted sleep.
Once or twice in the night I was woken by a loud creak or bang that seemed to come from within the room itself.
In the morning I said to Nigel,
'It's possible this room is haunted, but the pub is so noisy in general that it's impossible to know. That banging could have been a cry for help from a very frustrated poltergeist.'
Very true,'
'And did I hear our neighbours boiling their kettle just now?'
' Yes,' said Nigel. 'He's having coffee and she said she'd like tea.'
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