This is just a story to illustrate what it is like running an inn with there being two of you. I read recently of someone who wanted to have a "partner" share all the work and expense.
A bird splattered the upstairs window of a guest room, bombed it! I did my best to try to get the hose spray up to the window to try to eliminate ('scuse the pun) this waste off the window. To no avail. I cannot get to it via the inside, itis on the outside of the torm window, there is no easement out there or roof.
I asked da man to help, he is at work, he comes home and works at the inn, he has ten irons in the fire. I told him I have someone in that room, it was not a priority for him. I asked him for two days.
I am totally embarassed by this, it is not a big deal, but checking into a room with a window covered in bird
is not my idea of a nice B&B stay...
These are the little things that you can butt heads on, when one thinks something is important, and the other doesn't. Just thought I would share this story, I am not complaining about this, just matter of factly. He left to go buy some parts for the whipper snipper that blew up last night, after mowing the lawns for 2 hours. Meanwhile we put the porch back together, until next week when he can paint, and then do another section.
I appreciate all he does, as it is never ending in this old place...
A bird splattered the upstairs window of a guest room, bombed it! I did my best to try to get the hose spray up to the window to try to eliminate ('scuse the pun) this waste off the window. To no avail. I cannot get to it via the inside, itis on the outside of the torm window, there is no easement out there or roof.
I asked da man to help, he is at work, he comes home and works at the inn, he has ten irons in the fire. I told him I have someone in that room, it was not a priority for him. I asked him for two days.
I am totally embarassed by this, it is not a big deal, but checking into a room with a window covered in bird
These are the little things that you can butt heads on, when one thinks something is important, and the other doesn't. Just thought I would share this story, I am not complaining about this, just matter of factly. He left to go buy some parts for the whipper snipper that blew up last night, after mowing the lawns for 2 hours. Meanwhile we put the porch back together, until next week when he can paint, and then do another section.
I appreciate all he does, as it is never ending in this old place...