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Laying out a delicious spread for breakfast and making sure that there was clean bedding on offer, that was the last of the preparations.
Tuning into Classic FM, that was everything set for when my guests would arrive.
They’d have full access to the Wendy house and a menu was ready for them to pick their evening meal, too.
As in October last year, I’d actually managed to successfully launch the first female-only hen hotel in Kent.
Something that my hubby Wayne, now 48, and son Fred, now six, had been very supportive of.
However, as I waited, it