‘Yep, I’ll get this confirmed for you and email you the details,’ she said after Lara had supplied her with all the info. ‘Thank you for calling Superior Cottages,’ she added and cut off the call.
Becky pulled up the booking screen again. Bugger – what was the name of the bloody cottage? She hadn’t written it down but merely committed it to memory, which was a bad mistake as all her thought space was taken up with things Greek. Ren something? She typed the three letters into the search box, and bingo. Well Cottage, Ren Dullem. That was it – she remembered the ‘well’ bit now too. Thank God for that. She processed the payment whilst thinking how blinking expensive it was. Some people really did have more money than sense. She couldn’t find anything about any luxury hamper so she typed the request into the box labelled ‘Message for cottage owner’:
Luxury £150 hamper needed on arrival.
Job done. She rewarded herself with a drawn-out coffee break and a Twix from the machine.
She would have been flattered to realize that Miss Rickman, who was pressed for time, trusted her efficiency enough to assume the booking was all correct and didn’t bother to give the confirmation email more than a passing glance at the dates before saving it to a folder on her smartphone.