"Look, Look at that! Oh isn't it gorgeous", said one of the nagging voices in my head.
"It's a fucking hill for christ's sake, calm down" interjected a new visitor to my cranium.
"Not that you prick...... THIS!!!!!"
All that kerfuffle between my ears dragged me from auto pilot. Brakes applied and a gentle roll to a full stop as by heart beat escalated from a sedate 55bpm, to triple figures.
OH MY DAYS
This could be fun.
Round the back I went, if only everywhere was this easy! BUT, you never know when it is that easy whether the bogeyman awaits in some dark corner.
Obviously if you are holding Lucille, you go in swinging like crazy, whistling. One high, One low.
If not, you stay still you listen, you sniff, yes you sniff, catch a scent of tobacco or weed. All I could detect in this fine establishment was decay.
It's getting to look a lot like christmas, Santa boots and poinsettia.
The former hoteliers certainly loved their wood panelling it was everywhere. All that was missing was a bunch of blokes in Lederhosen.
Cyndi Lauper now that's a blast from the past
A supermarket advertising poster celebrating reunification 28th November 1989.
Free puzzle entertainment for the whole family, prizes to be won
I am not sure when this establishment was last in use, but the Deutschmark ceased to be the currency in 2002.
the snack menu, and very tasty it sounds too, who doesn't like to nibble on a cheese covered sausage.
Behave!
A printed list of approved preservatives, for some reason
So leaving the downstairs areas shall we go visit the guest quarters upstairs?
What joys lie ahead one wonders.......