I'm writing this from the wifi enabled lounge of the Dorset County Hotel where I'm attending a crown green bowls weekend with Mother's team, The Wooden Rocket League. In fact, this break couldn't have occured at a better time as I'm looking to distance myself from the Mr A breakup scenario at home.
The hotel is breathtaking, it's set in beautiful countryside and has a wide array of sports facilities: 5 tennis courts, 2 swimming pool, 2 squash courts, 1 gymnasium and 10 crown green bowling pitches. The rooms are comfortable and I'm sharing with Mother and Mrs Constantine, a spritely septegenarian. The food's wonderful too and I'm especially enjoying the bizarre array of vegetables which appear at every meal. The 'free wine' available every other night is fantastic and I broke my 2 glass rule last night when Mr Lancaster insisted on purchasing another bottle because it was the anniversary of his wife's disappearance - apparently she was last seen heading towards Selfridges and never returned.
Yesterday's tournament was nail-bitingly close, Mother's an excellent player and she makes a great team with Mr Davis. They beat The Sidmouth Rockets and The Cardiff Cruisers with relative ease but had a more difficult time with the Worcestershire Woods and ended up losing. This afternoon's the final so I was advised to find something to do elsewhere as Mother believes that I am an unlucky omen when I'm half way through my menstrual cycle.
Well, I think I'll go off and have a swim before dinnertime. A strange thing occured last night; I was woken by an owl hooting and when I took a sip of water from the bedside table I noticed that Mother's bed was empty. A suspicious person would draw conclusions from such events as she didn't appear to be using the bathroom but I'm above such things.
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