I went to a conference once and had to share a room in what was really a rather run down holiday camp. The chalet bedrooms were tiny, just a couple of feet between the beds, the woman I was with would not stop talking, and I really mean non-stop! She gave me a lift up, and wouldn't even countenance buying a cup of tea in a motorway service station, having brought a flask of her own lukewarm tea to share. She talked all the way to the loos, whilst inside, and all the way back again.
The final straw was when I got out of bed the next morning, mercifully before she was awake, an stepped on something soft and squishy, nearly falling on top of her. It was her breast prosthesis, which she had left casually on the floor between the beds!!!
The final s
So it begins….. Streeting resigns


