The lady of the room must be fed.

She comes on the whiff of laudanum and the sail boat’s blast.

Dragging the foul fruits of her fetid orchard.

The children who hide neath the bed.

Oh yes, the lady of the room must be fed.

The man of the house seeks the door of thirteen.

He dines on those he deems unclean.

Yes, the man of the house is worse by far.

Hidden in the bible.

We stayed in room 625- 6+2+5= 13.

At 10.30 every night, the TSS Earnslaw, began its final crossing of the lake with a short blast of its horn. Oddly, whilst staying in the hotel, I had a dream about a woman and her baby in the room, and when I woke, I smelt perfume.