In my excitement about bonkers wumman I forgot to relate Nod's recent adventure.
He originates from N. Wales and, twice a year, he meets a cousin and spouse in Shrewsbury.
Saturday was one of these occasions and all three were booked into a hotel in the town.
Nod set off by train at about 1.30 and necked some wine from the train trolley.
Delayed at New Street, he decided that a pint or two were in order.
On the train to Shrewsbury he had another large collapso.
Arriving in Shrewsbury he set off to the hotel but got lost and stopped off in a pub for directions and a much needed pint
At the hotel where all three were booked in the receptionist/manager said, "YOu are drunk. I will not let you stay here. Go away."
Nod knew of another hotel "round the corner" but got lost and ended up in another pub. He then found the station, boarded a train, got lost at New Street and eventually arrived home at midnight.
When his cousins arrived at the hotel and enquired if Mr Nod had checked in the manager informed them he was barred.
Nod asked me what I thought he should say to his cousins who paid to spend a night in a hotel for no reason at all
