Today’s little known Vicar story – “The Mysterious case of the Hotel Cleaner who knew my name” comes from The Fairmont Hotel in Vancouver. I had left my room on the first morning and was about halfway along the corridor in my jetlagged semi-soporific state, when the cleaner greeted me with a breezy “Good morning, Mr Sanderson”, just as I climbed into the lift. It was not until I had reached the ground floor (for my morning breakfast with an un-named guitarist of my acquaintance and his sister) that it began to bug me “How on earth had she known my name”…I hereby name our latest addition “The Orifice” (joke on The Oracle from The Matrix). Now we will find out if she has a sense of humour.
Solutions on a postcard please.