Oxford’s Faulty Towers…

Wednesday 10 September

Today we were up, breakfasted and at Edinburgh Airport before dad had eaten his breakfast. For once British Airways not only departed on time but managed to fly us both to Heathrow Terminal 5 with our luggage, fantastic.

Here is Pauline in front of the dancing waters:

We rocked up for our coach trip to Oxford we were 40 minutes ahead of schedule, but despite having a booked seat on the 11:40 service, the 11:00 coach driver refused to take us.  Not because the coach was full (it only had two people on it), but because we were early and therefore not on his list of passengers.  He helpfully explained that if we had been late and missed our booked service then that would been okay, then he could have allowed us on board. I give up.

Anyway we’re staying at the Parklands Hotel it’s 4 star and we are in one of the
B I G  bedrooms, here it is…

 

Now this is what I call s p a c i o u s. But wait it get’s better.

At breakfast  we studied the menu which lovingly described the eggs and bacon rashers (note the plural).  So, I asked for poached eggs on toast with bacon (again note the plural).  Parklands, clearly does not understand plural tense.  I got one poached egg and one rasher of bacon.  This was after a bad nights rest trying to sleep on a double bed mattress that was  on top of two single bed bases which were both: (a) longer than the mattress and (b) of different heights.  The end result was I kept rolling downhill into Pauline who clung onto the lower side, else she fell out.  Paul who is also staying at Parklands had a blocked toilet!

Today I’m loving…
Eating two entree’s at Browns which were stunning in their simplicity, taste and freshness.  Then finishing off the night at the Eagle and Child with a brilliant pint of Brakspear