I did stay in one AirBnB in Devon that was like the Marie Celeste. I felt like I was breaking and entering: laundry basket at the bottom the stairs full of clean laundry waiting to go up. Still wet washing up on the draining board etc. Perhaps that’s the approach Castle will take?
Yes, I can see it now. On entering Chez Castle I trip over a pile of planners still wet with her tears. The fridge is full of Aloe which is untouched and bottles of gin that are all nearly empty. Scattered across the hall are final demand bills. The walls are strewn with hunspirational quotes such as “Live Laugh Love” and “Scheme, Scam, Scum” all covered in dust and cobwebs. On the table are glossy magazines and brochures for expensive villas in the Sun. Under them is a well thumbed copy of Caravanning Weekly - special pullout guide to emptying your chemical toilet.
On the mantelpiece there is a card from Fierce which reads, “thanks Hun, the last of your parents money has really saved my bacon. I’ve pooled all the £39 payments and once I’ve deducted your stay in my property and the coaching I gave you, oh and the coaching Mr Fierce gave Mr Castle, plus the other costs of setting up here and the purchase of those two blazers and that camera operator, oh and the website, oh and I had to buy Ninja some dental floss and a book about how to talk to girls. The grand total means you only owe me eleven billionty pounds! Can I have it in used fivers? My mum will meet you at Newport M4 services to receive the cash so let me know if you want to put in a Tropic order and she will bring it (sorry, no discount)”.
I’ve got the off work so getting carried away again! But what have I missed that I would encounter during my Welsh AirBnB stay?