The wandering organist

The other day, I saw someone wearing a T-shirt with the text "Surely not everyone  was kung-fu fighting?"

Went for a long weekend away, visiting friends in Shropshire and Wales. I tried to find a B&B but anything under £100/night long gone, as it was the last weekend of the school holidays. A reasonable self-catering place came up, not far from one friend, so I booked. Well, eccentric seems to be the word: a strong smell of joss-sticks in the hall of the cottage, magazines about permaculture everywhere, a "vegetarian kitchen" with a gas hob, electric oven but no saucepans over 4" diameter, about 40 plates and bowls but no drinking glasses. No microwave or electric kettle. The bedroom (ad said "sleeps 6") had three bunk beds in it, and a shower/toilet off. The sofa in the sitting room had elderly white loose covers which had seem better days. But I was only there two nights, and I can put up with most things. I did have to ask for a bath towel and kitchen washing up towel. There was also no TV or radio, but - and for this I was grateful - a builder's trann