I REMEMBER IT WELL:
A few years ago I was going to San Fransico,
So decided to stay overnight near Heathrow.
It meant it would be closeby to the airport
Next morning, wide eyed and all set to go.
I was asked at the hotel did I want a wake up call?
I replied "5am" will be fine.
Also requested a continental Breakfast
As I could buy something at the airport about nine.
Feeling tired I was in bed by 7-30pm,
Slumber came rapidly,
When the alarm call came
I could hardly see.
I arose, showered and dressed,
Pack the few things in my case.
Then sat and waited for my breakfast,
Before setting off to my airport base.
Well I waited quite a while,
No breakfast arrived.
So I went to the reception
To see if anyone was alive.
There was a gentleman behind the desk,
Asking "Is there anything you need?"
I replied "My Continental Breakfast"
Yes sir indeed,
He looked at me in a funny sort of way
I could well do without those looks.
By now others wanted his attention
As into the hotel they wanted to book.
He said to me "I think you have things mixed up"
What time was your wake up call?
I told him the details
And no I wasn't having a ball.
He began to laugh much to my annoyance,
It's only 10-30pm as we speak.
It seems I only slept for 3 hours,
Then my knees felt weak.
Apparently he rang to see what time
I needed to arise next day.
Sleep didn't come easily after that
Is all that I can say.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis.