I feel like I am in a horror movie. Something will happen. Just have to survive one night, then my husband is coming tomorrow.
One last night.
We switched our hotel and got closer to Heathrow. It’s a guest house in a village (true village-couple of thousand folks). When my husband was making our hotel reservations, I kept on saying yes without giving a second thought. I didn’t care about the small pesky detail. I was going to tour de Europe.
This is an old house-1637. It is believed that Queen Elizabeth I, stayed here for a night.
The guest house is a step back in time.
A hallway with parlors and rooms. The room is huge, so elegant with a dresser,fancy curtains- but I am scared.
I feel like I am in a horror movie. The housekeeper is the sweetest. But I can’t seem to brush that feeling away.
I guess this is what happens when you watch horror movies.
( If something happens to me tonight, then please come and check this guest house for proofs to solve my mystery.)
One night, I can do it.