Late Night Wandering

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Eldest Mini Princess,

Biker Chick is over from Norway this week so we met her for a couple of beers. It was great to see her and during the evening, we got onto drunk stories where the internal sat nav has failed…

Back when he was in his twenties, The Prince was on a lads weekend away, sharing a hotel room with 2 of his mates. When they came back after their night out, they were several sheets to the wind and the surplus of Guinness meant that The Prince needed a pee during the night.

But this was back in the nineties. En-suites were a luxury* and The (still p1shed) Prince stumbled along the hall to use the bathroom.

He woke up the following morning, having had a lovely sleep, although he was somewhat surprised to find himself alone in a lovely double room with an en-suite. With no idea which room he was supposed to have stayed in, he had no choice but to go and ask at reception…a vision of loveliness in his pants!

When he managed to get back to his original room, it was directly below where he’d ended up, although the details of how that came to pass were sacrificed to the gods of alcohol, never to be retrieved!

C

*Also I suspect it wasn’t quite The Ritz!