I want to go to see something on a saturday or go away for the weekend - cant, its changeover day.
I want to have a holiday - cant, need to be here for changeovers
I want to spend a few hours floating in the pool and sleeping in the garden - cant, unless I share with half a dozen strangers.
The ladyfriend wants to come round for the weekend - fine, but "I have changeover day remember". "ok, Ill help you". "great, you clean the stale piss off the toilet rim and Ill deal with the jizz-stained matress protector. Classy.
I want to invite loads of people round, turn the stereo up to 11 and have a good party - cant, the guests dont like disturbances.
My nephew wants to come round and run his remote controlled car in the big field - cant, the guests kids are playing football there.
I want to have my dinner in peace - Cant, the guests cant figure out how to use the dish washer, and cant read the instructions.
My dog wants to sleep on the doorstep - cant, everyone wants her to fetch, roll over etc etc.
The kitten wants to explore the world - cant, the little girls in the end gite want to cuddle it to death.
There is a good film on the telly, I want to crank up the surround sound - cant, the bass tavels through the whole building.
I want to cut the grass - cant, there are 3 cars, a badminton net, loads of sun loungers, chairs and toys in the way.
I want to wash my car in peace without hearing "ha ha, you can do mine next" - cant, because thats the funniest, most original joke in the world isnt it.
I want to go out and slap that spoilt kid that has tantrums when he doesnt get his own way - cant, I dont think the parents would like that.
I want to be able to go shopping without wondering if there is enough fairly liquid or bog roll in each gite. - cant, this stuff doesnt restock itself and the guests certainly wont buy it.
Im a grumpy old man, and Im not even old! This might not have been a good career choice.
Snap! Yeh its like that sometimes, But when they have all gone from paying us so we can live out here it is nice. But as i said unless they pay us and we have to put up with the summer problems then we can't stay here and i know where i would rather be and its not back in the uk.
September? yeah no more guests, but then the builders move in to build a big conservatry thing. Rather than strangers in bikinis in the garden, it will be hairy french butt cracks. :(
Yeah, the guests are paying the bills, but they are wrecking my karma too!
78 is my birth year, so no im not old. Its not often I get called a babe either
re Basil Fawlty - I view those classic programs as a training manual!
Comedy? Ive been likened to Ben Elton and Jack Dee a few times. I dont know if thats a good thing or not.
We're only into our 3rd season and I feel like an old hand already... I swear I'm turning into the 'Blackpool landlady from hell' - except I get to do the cleaning in me bikini in 33+ºc temps... and all you men out there can stop dreaming cause a 40 something women in bikini and rubber gauntlets with her hands down the Karsie is not a sight to behold... get the picture cause the reality of this life is definately not the paradise that I envisaged. But eh oh I'm on my 3rd Gin & Tonic (courtesty of the last lot of guests's) so I've got over it already. I'll have another one and think of you.