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AlliaPotestas
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My parents ran a guest house in Pembrokeshire. It was a great life apart from having to be nice and polite to the punters. Every horelier has a basil fawlty moment. My dads was when two teenage girls set fire to a waste paper basket in their room so he erected a tent on the lawn and put their cases in it and refusedbto letvthem back in
Haha! Don’t blame him... at least they got a tent...