I suppose that’s the advantage of being in the aisle seat.I arrived at my hotel around 8am after the transfer coach decided to give us the fast and ...urious tour!! Spanish music blaring and throwing the coach around corners like it was a sports car, the holiday rep clinging on for life as she tried announcing which hotel was next, luckily I was being evicted at the second stop, that’s if my stomach could last that long!! Hotel room check-in was not until 2 but we had to have the obligatory. "He does, from time to time, but as heir to the throne he may do as he pleases–but he is castigated and pilloried in the newspapers, and mocked by the satirists and cartoonists."Matilde shook her head in bewilderment. "In France a man is judged by the number, and accomplishments, of his mistresses. His wife will take lovers, and all meet and mingle amicably at all functions. Is it not the same in England?"I tried to explain to her the workings of the double standard that English society. I was about to close my eyes and go back to blissful sleep when an upsetting realization hit me – something had woke me up. I have no idea what, some sort of out of place sound made its way through the deep layers of sleep to my unconscious mind, rousing me.Without moving a muscle, I strained my senses trying to comprehend what it had been. Seconds and eventually minutes ticked by. There was the faint sound of wind from outside, the occasional and familiar low creek and groaning of the house. "We'll just be gone a minute." No, I, ... no, of course, ... that ... that would be fine," she finally got out."Can you bring us a couple, too, while you're at it?" Tom asked.Jan had stood up by now, and was pulling the curtain away from the door as I nodded to Tom and told him we would. She ducked behind the curtain and slid the door open, then held the curtain while I also ducked behind it. That seemed like an odd way to do things, and I wondered why she didn't just open the curtain, but I.