B&B Bile

So making our bi/tri-annual trip off to Scotland for the Easter break, and as usual have left the accommodation to the last minute - it's not something we usually have to worry about in Scotland but this time we don't fancy staying cooped up in a small cottage with M's relatives. So now all we have left for accommodation options are B&Bs. As mentioned before, I hate B&Bs. The worst B&B experience by far would have to be the one when we stayed in Skye. Run by an interfering old biddie who made our life miserable, she ran up the stairs and shushed and glared at us when we made the mistake of using the bathroom in the middle of the night. So the next night when we had to go, we creeped to the toilet and didnt flush - hey she told us off she had to deal with it! And then she had the gall, the gall I tell you, to charge £70 per night. *Shudder* It was such a mortifying, horrifying experience, that even though it was a few years ago it has completely tainted the image of B&Bs in my mind forever. The one we stayed in Torquay was OK, run by a couple of gay guys, they generally minded their own business, but the banter, ah the banter you had to make, how was your night? Did you have a good night? Where did you go for dinner? What did you eat for dinner? Shee... Hello, we're from london, we're not used to speaking to strangers, leave us be. Then they insisted, absolutely insisted we go to this restaurant which was run by one of their friends, and which turned out to be an awful, awful experience. B&Bs? You can shove your sorries in a sack mister - George.