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Dad isn't convinced that I thought they were Jehovah's Witnesses. Turns out he was coming down the road and they asked him if there was anywhere they could get bed and breakfast, didn't they, because the one they had just tried was full.

So anyway, once you've swung your way up the stairs, as I say there are two rooms on each floor, one at the front and one at the back. The rooms at the front overlook the fronts of the houses opposite - the rooms at the back overlook the backs of the houses in the next street. That's how you can tell the difference. You can't see the sea, even though (allowing for the tide) it's only at the bottom of the street. The only room you can actually see the sea from, ironically, is the shitty attic room I have to sleep in when VISITORS are using my bedroom, like this lot from Bonley (wherever that is) are doing now. Dad made me take them upstairs and show them to 'their' rooms. There's a man and a woman and two girls wearing Hannah Montana teeshirts that are way too short for them and chipped electric blue nail varnish. The man's bad tempered because he couldn't find anywhere to park after driving all the way from Bonley (I just had to take his word for it, but it's a long way apparently), and the woman's pissed off because I told her we didn't have any vacancies. I bet Newquay would have been a lot closer to Bonley, but I just stopped myself from saying that because they might have taken it the wrong way. Which would have been the right way.

So now I can hear them having an argument in that special voice people save for having arguments in bed and breakfast houses when they've only just arrived (which is different to the voice they use when they're having an arguement after they've been there a few days), and the girls are jumping on the bunk beds which are all there is space for because my dad insisted that we had to have an en suite bath room on that floor which takes up half what was previously the back bedroom. He calls it the family suite, which is a bit of a joke because he apparently doesn't see the irony that one of his 'family' (ie me) has to sleep in a shitty attic so that people like the Bonleyites can play happy holiday families in my bloody bedroom. Still at least from the sound of things their holiday isn't getting off to that happy a start. Ha bloody ha.