After the Fawlty Towers incident, I decided it was best to research the origin and extraction of all future B&B guests on arrival, before the builder boyfriend got stuck in.
You may remember that he accidentally on purpose got a piece of gaffa tape caught on his top lip and held some ceiling felt at a jaunty angle during the stay of the Airbnb customers from Bavaria.
Thankfully, they were in another room and didn’t see but I had to shush him because he was making a bad job of whispering, ‘Don’t mention Brexit! I mentioned it once but I think I got away with it!’
A girl from Taiwan and a gentleman from Zimbabwe then came and went with no major incidents.
But when a young chap from Israel booked in I thought I had better be careful. He said he was from Tel Aviv, but that didn’t give me a definitive answer for how I should instruct the BB.
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