I always look forward to seeing the new cottages I get to stay in, in St Ives. Most of them are very nicely decorated with all the 'Mod Cons' ready to comfort perspective visitors. No matter how many years I have visited St Ives, there are still a ton of cottages I have never yet stayed in. But I keep whittling away at them, and always say that the search is half the fun.
The current cottage is hard to book because everyone loves staying there. It is decorated in the vibrant colors of the 1950s, with old fashioned bits and pieces set about the place. It's lovely. I believe yellow is its predominant color, with sky blue, pink, and touches of green, red, dark blue, and orange. Oh - and a bit of purple! These touches can be found in little crystal lamps, kitchen tiles, and couch pillows. Really, I cannot think of any cottage I like more than this one. The only disappointment associated with this darling place is the disappearance of the juke box.
Every time I have stayed here, upon arrival I have unlocked the door, put my suitcase down, put the kettle on and turned toward the absolutely perfectly ancient but flawless juke box in the corner. It was painted all the colors I have just described, and, icing on cake, the predominant music in the juke box was The Beach Boys. Wonder of wonders, Miracle of miracles! It even worked just like the juke boxes of my past, so it was never hard to get it to play. The owners must have been somewhere around our own age, and knew what it was we might want.
Three days ago, upon my arrival I unlocked the door, set the suitcase down, put the kettle on, and turned toward the juke box. But - there wasn't one. Whaat? I was a bit stunned. I searched every nook and cranny (ridiculously even the bathroom, which wouldn't have even fit in the tub) and soon had to face facts. It wasn't there, and probably never would be again.
Most people would have just dropped the whole thing (I know what you're thinking), and forgotten about it. I didn't. I contacted the managing company. It is too embarrassing to share with you the conversation, and indeed my cheeks were a little warm during it. The manager I spoke with really did not know anything about the juke box; had, in fact, never heard of the juke box. He offered me the owner's contact information, and said I could call them about it - if I really wanted to.
He probably thinks (and I agree with him) that I am some kind of a nut.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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