Just when I had begun to think that maybe the Jersey holiday was nothing more than a myth, a pretext to get me to drive him from one amusement park to another, we arrived at the Premier Inn in Poole and Wilson announced that we would be stopping here overnight and catching the Jersey Ferry the following day.
While I took our suitcases from the car, Wilson tried to attract the attention of a bell-hop to carry the luggage up to our room.
While he has watched Grand Hotel and Separate Tables, even Gold Diggers of 1935 on tv, I suspect this is his first experience of a budget hotel. I hope he's not disappointed by its lack of opulence… and room service.
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