Is it being English....

...or is it just me? I've just got back from a bloody great weekend at a friends wedding in Devon - everything absolutely tip-top. Except for our guest house. The service was awful, the staff unfriendly and the food mediocre. It was so bad that we were seriously about to do a runner, leaving them £140 short. In the end I bottled it and went to the desk to pay - and here's the bit that really got me.

checkout dude: Everything OK for you?
me: er, yes thanks.


WHAT?? No it wasn't! it was bloody awful! Diabolical! And yet I heard those meek words slipping out of my mouth and did nothing to stop them. Best I could do was to write a stroppy letter when I got home.