Last year I spent a week at a wonderful "boutique" hotel in Bournemouth. Staff could not have been more helpful and had even given me the only ground floor room at no extra cost (I walk with a stick and cannot manage stairs).
First day there I arrived late and walked up to the main street looking for a restuarant (I was starving) but could find nothing but convenience "fast food" places. I should have known better because that stuff does not agree with me but I was so hungry that eventually, I decided on a meal in the Kentucky place.
I had meant to walk back but only got across the road before my tummy started to rebel....managed to perch on a wall and flag down a taxi, got back to the hotel and could not make the electronic key work!
Queue at reception, my bowel began to protest and so I pushed to the front... receptionist "re-registered" my key, I shuffled down the hallway - and it still would not work!
By now utterly desperate, I got half way back to reception before bursting into tears and only then did one of the bar staff come over and open the door for me...just too late.
Bloody electronic keys do not like me!
