The last non-smelly shower

A mamouth travelling journey stared with a trip to Al’s to drop off Sue. I can’t explain how hot we were in a British summer wearing jeans and hiking boots. A train to temple meads, then a taxi to the bus station, a coach to Gatwick airport (and a delay caused by the closure of the M4), a bus to the travel lodge whereby we were the last stop, and then we were finally there after leaving home at lunchtime, we got to Gatwick at 11pm. We hadn’t even got out of the country yet so needed some sleep but the people arguing outside our door at 4am had other ideas. So did the softest bed in the world so I slept on the sofa with a towel as cover. Who likes soft beds?