The Hammond's go to York (Part 5)

Sunday breakfast and whilst chomping through another super full English we sat there listening to the hotel manager (I think he was the manager) chatting to some American woman who turned out to be a writer of some sort. He went on and on and on about places he had been and where had lived etc. clearly trying to impress this woman. It became rather irritating after a while and the urge to ask him to shut the f*ck up became rather tempting.

At last we left for home... although we did go via an "Outlet store shopping centre" at N's insistance. I resisted the compulsion to buy anything as much as possible... Yeah I know what compulsion I hear you say?