Michael Harding: ‘What the f**k are you doing in bed?’ said the woman demanding champagne

There’s a Dublin wedding at the hotel, and a nocturnal party animal I want to avoid at breakfast

“I lay wide-eyed in the darkness, contemplating the grim possibility of meeting her at breakfast, in her pyjamas.” File photograph: Getty Images

“I lay wide-eyed in the darkness, contemplating the grim possibility of meeting her at breakfast, in her pyjamas.” File photograph: Getty Images

I was in a cafe having a snack in a midlands town, and an old woman was sitting at the next table, talking to the young man beside her about her two newborn lambs. I guessed she was on a day out from some nursing home and he was her son. 

“Did you check the house?” she asked him. “I left the keys with Tommy next door.”

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