Mr Kunkworth flushed bright pink and a terrifically stinky smell rose about him.
‘Do you have our room key?’asked Mrs Kunkworth, hurriedly. ‘I’m so dreadfully sorry. It always happens when he gets a fright.’
Anna covered her nose and attempted to smile. She handed over the room keys as Lemmy grabbed their bags.
‘This way!’ he garbled, struggling to breathe.