Salad Day Thirties and an Airbnb Disaster
Lol, well everything went tits up at the Airbnb I thought things may not be as stable as they could be after the owner refused to dog sit Dorothy after finding out out that her “ aura” was apparently “fraught” with anxiety. ( I had provisionally booked the service prior to coming over to Sheffield) Dorothy was happily oblivious to this assessment but the apparently experienced dog sitter owner Said it was something she couldn’t possibly cope with! I let it go and rearranged by arrangements and those of my friends. This morning I walked into the cottage kitchen wearing only boxer shorts only to see the next door neighbour looking through the kitchen door apparently checking up on me. It was the same neighbour who contacted the Airbnb owner last night to say incorrectly that the dogs had been left in the kitchen, stressed, all afternoon and into early evening when they had been left after a six mile country hike, sleeping to...
