February 26th, 1992
New Hampshire, USA
Lizzie and Tommy have arrived in the U S of A and the motel they’re staying at is right out of a Hitchcock movie! Mum and Dad are the only guests and the old boy working “reception,” which consists of a shelf and a bench, asked if they’re local, which, given my parents have broad Glaswegian accents is pretty hysterical.
The Taj Mahal (Dad renamed it!) is located right off the main road at the bottom of a slope nobody bothered to shovel. Dad joked if they’re going to be staying there (they are!) he’ll need extra whisky to help him sleep.
This is Dad’s first time in America and my parent’s first time meeting the guy I’m marrying a few days from now!