Holiday Touristic Problems

In Club Petunya room six-zero-three among garden of flowers plotted near sea. Awake lies crying! An exhausted! Fevered infant! His mother’s absent; left to fetch; any seaside quack? Father’s; bedside manner-sluggish; slow-sweating seconds intact! Where’s wife now? Isn’t she; securely due back? Received no satisfaction. Disordered place to come? Service makes us. Near as ill. As two year old son. Waiter’s inattention. Slighting rude remark. Quiet blood boils. Pleasure. Gone not like lark? Seen historic sights. Sampled classic Turk cuisine. It’s Club Petunya. Regret to have; inclement seen? Doctor’s diagnosis; upon arrival; forty degrees! Must be lowered; wet flannels; quick instantly! Low base waiter? Acts like arid sandy sod? Bodrum native worker! Receives negative nod! In Bodrum seaward rises. No on-setting squalls. Inshore airless. Hot doldrums. Insufferable pitfalls! Galls! Copyright © Terence George Craddock