Troubles with bed linens

I can't believe that I forgot about the pros and cons of the B&B in Liverpool.  The house was beautiful, I'm not sure exactly what the style would be considered but the main entrance was somewhat craftsman like, with the wood and stained glass windows.  It really was beautiful.  The moulding work was also pretty awesome and the entrance room had huge ceilings.  


When we went to bed Jess almost had a heart attack.  There was no top sheet on the bed, just the comforter. This was not going over well and I know that we have experienced this before - not like the night before in Cardiff where there was a slip sown in to the sheet where they put your pillow so it was all one piece.  That was total bullshit not to mention that the bed was hard as a rock, like sleeping on fucking plywood.  It's later and I know she is not going to call or ring, so what's she gonna do?  After checking the closet where we put our coats, she checked the dresser, no sheet.  She looked in the bathroom.  No sheet.  She goes back to the closet and finds a cotton blanket which she reasons they must have washed because it's cotton.    I'm not saying anything because 1.  the comforter was already on the bed and 2. we'll never get to sleep and I won't get any of the blanket because she will be wrapped up in it like a burrito.


We had a decent breakfast and hopped in the car so that we could go to the Liverpool team store.  It's really not so scary looking there in the daytime but at night, holy shit.  We probably spent about an hour in the shop, checking stuff out and I ended up buying two sweatshirts, two shirts commemorating two of our five European Cup Championships and a personalized coffee mug!  I can't mention what Jess bought because that might ruin the surprise.


We hoped back on the motorway for the hopefully not long trip to Blenheim Palace, home of John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough and ancestor of Winston Churchill.  The palace was massive.  I wasn't expecting it to be that large.  Apparently he was a very important military general for the British in the late 1600s.  As a gift for his services, the Queen gave him this land and he started to build on it.  He also received a hereditary title and it's the only other one there that can be passed on to a daughter if necessary.  This happened just once and they are now up to the 11th duke, who by the way is 84 and has a 54 year old wife (it's good to be the Duke), she's also his fourth wife.  The palace like others we have seen is definitely worth a look if you're there.  It's not as ornate as some but it definitely has the feel and opening layout of Versailles.  King George when visiting was rumored to say "We have nothing like this!".  The family chapel was really ornate.  I think probably the part that we enjoyed most was Churchill's letters home to his dad while he was in school.  He was pretty funny.  I'm not sure if he was just very matter-of-fact or if he was purposely sarcastic or faking sincerity but most of the letters dealt with him needing more money or something going wrong with a watch he was given which lead to him needing more money to replace it.


Our plan was to head in to Oxford next and walk around the town but after all the rain, and the driving we decided to head to the B&B instead.  This place used to be an old bakehouse which was owned by a Frenchman.  He was pretty funny and very nice and kept the place clean.  Jess got mud from her boots on his nice cream colored carpet.  He almost died.  The pillows were detached from the sheets and there was even a top sheet!  We headed to a local pub to get some dinner and that was pretty uneventful.  I had some steak and Guinness and Jess had them grill her up some veggies.  It was just like home but without having to clean anything afterwards.