Right, so when the LB* made the booking for our DW, he regaled me in the conversation he had while booking:
LB: “Room for two please”
Booking lady: “Ooooh, lovely, will you be bringing your wife Sir?”
Booking lady: “Um. Right [awkward silence] Ok. Name please?”
We giggled. The perfect start to a DW.
So when we arrived at the room, I HOWLED with laughter, because there, artfully arranged by “accident”, was not only a bible, but a Bridal magazine too.
So I whipped up the bridal mag, hooting with derision, and prancing around the room pointing out meringue frocks and hideous table settings, only to be utterly silenced by the ad on the back cover:
The gods are a fuckkin’ bunch of sarcastic bastards. Nice one, oh thunderous ones. Ha. Ha. Ha.