Mum’s Gone to Cyprus – Day 7 – Towelling Robes

When we first arrived at the hotel we noticed that we had two very lovely towelling robes hanging up in the bathroom. I decided that as our son is now 12 and is considered an adult as regards the cost of staying here, that he ought to have one as well. So asked at reception for an extra one. Son loved his new dressing gown, as you can see from the photo.

On day three the maid decides in her wisdom that this room should only have two bathrobes so removes one of them, much to my annoyance. Thankfully that afternoon the officious-looking housekeeping supervisor knocks on the door and asks if everything is to our satisfaction. That gives me the opportunity to say we need our extra robe back again. Within an hour we have another one delivered. Sorted.

From day four onwards we decide to hide our son’s bathrobe in the wardrobe just in case enthusiastic maid takes it away again. This seems to work until yesterday, at tea and cake time. From where we sit in the main building we can see the front door of our room. We spot the housekeeping supervisor knock on our door then use her key to go in. It dawns on me that she is going to check whether there are three bathrobes. Of course she’s not going to find the third one, stuffed as it is in the cupboard, behind a pile of clothes. So we watch with interest as she comes out, bristling. Ten minutes later poor maid is hurrying to our room, carrying with her another bathrobe and looking a bit bewildered. So we return to the room knowing we now have four robes. Can’t seem to find the maid now so just leave the extra one folded up in the room and hang our hidden one back up in the bathroom.

This morning I’m very anxious that the poor maid has got into trouble for supposedly removing the dressing gown so when she comes to do the room I show her the extra one. She looks at me puzzled:

“We don’t need this extra one, we have four now”, I shout in that exaggerated way we Brits have of making ourselves understood in a foreign country.

“Four?”, she replies

“Yes, FOUR!” I start gesticulating with many hands, pointing to the extra one on the table. She smiles at me and nods a little before getting to work on cleaning the room, so we get out of her way and sit on the patio until she’s gone.

Half an hour later I go back into the room and there, on the table, are…. FOUR…YES, FOUR…. towelling bathrobes. I think I shriek at this point and run into the bathroom to find the other three still hanging up. So for our final day in Cyprus we have accrued a grand total of SEVEN big fluffy bathrobes and doubtless the maid thinks I am completely bonkers. Of course now we have seven it’s very tempting to stuff one into our case as they obviously have plenty of them and no idea how many we actually possess, but…but….I just can’t do it. So my haul of ill-gotten gains to be shoved into the case includes 6 lost golf balls, a selection of toiletries, sewing kit, plastic shower cap, miniature toothbrush and paste, shoe shine and a book from library that I haven’t quite finished…..