He had this curious habit of trimming loose threads of the restaurant and caf tablecloths with scissors that he carried around in his black leather pouch. He explained that he liked ‘order’ in things everything to be in place, clean and meticulous, just like the razor sharp creases of his trousers. He’d rearrange small objects on tables where we sat down to eat a nudge to the napkin, repositioning of salt and pepper shakers, adjusting of his chair He did all this without fail.
By now we were quite fed up, and decided to leave anyway. As we collected ourselves to go, the hotel manager suddenly handed me his cell phone, and told me to speak on. A lady on the other end (probably an interpreter) surprised me in passable English, that the police chief wishes to apologise for the confusion, and that we can stay at the hotel..
FrontpageSpecial FeaturesHeart of Bath AwardsProud to be at the heart of BathCuro explain why they sponsor our community awards and nine things you probably don’t know about the region’s biggest housing association15:02, 7 MAR 2018Updated15:06, 7 MAR 2018Get Daily updates directly to your inbox+ SubscribeSee our privacy noticeThank you for subscribing!Could not subscribe, try again laterInvalid EmailBath based housing association Curo is once again backing the Bath Chronicle’s Heart of Bath Awards. Curo chief executive Victor da Cunha explains why the charity is lending its support to these awards:”Bath is a fantastic city and we’re proud of the role we play by providing homes, supporting communities and helping people to live independent lives.”Last year we were truly humbled by the moving stories of individuals who have done incredible things to make a difference to other people’s lives. At Curo we know that what makes a place special is its people; that’s why we wanted to lend our support to these awards.”Curo is well known across and beyond Bath as the region’s biggest housing association, providing affordable homes for local families.
We stumbled into orange groves or splashed along streams colonised by terrapins and operatic frogs. Then we climbed into great, crackle dry valleys, home only to pine martens. We saw no one all day until we encountered some Dutch ramblers all songs and singlets.