All is reviealed in a Guest House in Manchester

“Hello” I shout back, she sound’s a little rough this morning, must have cold.

I switched on the kettle and went to ask Ms Lewis if she’d like tea or coffee, when I went in the dinning room Ms Lewis was sat in the large bay window only she’d turned her chair to face the side of the bay producing only her profile with the bright morning sun blaring in behind her so I only caught a glance of her when I asked if she’d like tea or coffee.

“Tea please” with a hint of royal Berkshire.

I was back out to make the tea, waiting for the kettle to boiling I thought, I know I only caught a glance and it’s first thing in the morning but Ms Ann Lewis was looking decidedly rough.

The tea and toast where ready and Antony’o waiter of the year was gliding into the room as of thousands of times before, this time the sun was behind the clouds and Ms Lewis turned to face me, difference being in the short time I’d been out of the room to make the tea and toast she had aged 42 years, but the same build as the young lady I let in last night.

I was in shock, dumbfounded

It was Dorian Gray after the mirror broke.

What could I say to her? I was stunned: Do yon realize your in a Guest House in Manchester.

Have you looked in the mirror because some ones really got in for you? Nooooo.

What ever make up and foundation you had on yesterday you want to patent it? Nooooo

Were you a make up artist on Star Wars? Ye, Noooo.

In the end I plumbed for.

“I I I I I I Ieeeee  never let you in here last night did I”

“No that was my daughter” Smiling so sweetly.

“But she booked in and went up to the room” I said.

“Yes I was very late so she was going to stay here and I was going to stay at her house”.

“But she gave your name”

“We change our minds and she gave me the key”

“She never said anything to me”

“Hhhhhhmmm that would have been a good idea” Royal Birkshire.

Another day in the life of the Cornerstones Guest House Manchester.

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