Welcome back to the Nothing To See Here Hotel, be prepared for a shiver-ye-timbers adventures as we go deep underwater to a new part of the Hotel. Strap on everyone, the ride is going to be seamazing.
‘Yes, sir,’ said Lemmy. ‘And your name?’
‘Mr Grayson,’ said the cat. ‘I want a quiet room. No disturbances. A saucer of milk left outside my door at sunrise, and breakfast at seven a.m.. Litter tray, not toilet – cleaned twice daily.’
‘Certainly, sir,’ said Lemmy, hastily filling out the entry in the guestbook.
Merry Trogmanay everyone, and welcome to the Nothing to See Here Hotel, enjoy your stay, but be warned of ghosts, evil going-ons, and oh yes, we hope you don’t mind snow as we have some of our Yeti friends over.