Room Available with Sea View.

' This shouldn't take too long , a spray of Air- fresh to get rid of the smell , a quick vac and we're done !' she said .
'I'm all for that, I'm gagging for a fag and a cuppa!' replied the other.
'Are they going to decorate or what..?'
'Don't think so, I was told its someone who can't see very well that's moving in...visual loss or something... the boss wants to fill it asap, losing a small fortune since the old boy died he said!'
'When was that then...?'
'Friday night, just before change over, I got caught for it before I clocked off, pissed me right off it did...I never liked him anyway...miserable old sod...!'
'Neither did I, that makes two of us...no, three of us...Kate said he gave her the creeps, just sitting there, looking out the window, said bugger all, just sat doing nothing!'

'Any family or what?'
'Not that I know of...anyway the boss man was happy with that, a quiet one, paid private, good money for doing nothing he said... I think this one that's moving in is paying private as well!'
'Will they have a guide dog ...?'
'Ha, ha, don't know about that, but I'm sure the boss will bill the dog!'

'What will I do with this jacket and trousers?'
'Dump them in that bag with the rest of the stuff, we'll bin the lot later!'
'Ohh...look what I found...a photo...!'
'What?'
'A photograph, look at this...!'
'In a minute...we need to get this room sorted!'
'Would you believe it, he was in the Navy...an officer...
so handsome , standing to attention in a white uniform ...medals and all...my goodness...he even has a sword... really suave... I bet he broke a few hearts...'

'Hey... you two, have you finished that room yet, they'll be here any minute...?' boss man shouts down the corridor.

As they vacate the room, a crumpled photograph of a man falling upon his sword is discarded to a waste bin.
A dishonourable discharge indeed, for an officer and a gentleman.