THE HOTEL THAT

The hotel that we're staying in Crete, now obviously we're three, needed two and the kids sat together there, I sat next to mine and there was a vacant one next to me. So off we toddle to the snack bar. You not, we've gone a maximum of 10, 15 minutes tops. We come back carry in two drinks each, for some sort of desert crossing. And now there's the lounger next to me, it's no longer empty. My partner dragged another sun lounger over next to her. Fine, whatever. Merrier. Cause we don't have our all days. We're like family. You can even until I go to put my on the table that was right lounger when I left. It's my table. The table's gone. This woman has dragged my table, for some reason, up and around her sun lounger. And on it are her drinks, her book and her bag. And I'm like, wow. I'm looking at max. Her, I'm looking at the table. Wow. Wow, I think. So I slam my Pepsi Maxes down to her book, sit on my turn my back so I'm on my sun lounger and I'm looking at it. And I'm looking at my girls going, wow, wow, wow, cheek of her! Meanwhile, she can sense of an atmosphere, so she starts speaking to her other half in German. And this is the German people. I myself was born in Germany. British military soil. Not German, I'm not Welsh either, I'm British. But then out of nowhere, this holiday hero just appears with another and his wife. So they've given me one of their tables. And I start thanking them both really loudly, like, Oh, thank you, that's so kind. It's lovely to have manners. Thank you. All I haven't done at this point is nominated the pride to Britain. I'm doing it that the German table stealers will feel bad. Embarrassed? Absolutely not. They monkeys.