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11 december 2024
Ah, Premier Inn Peterborough North – a place where my hopes for a functioning bathroom go to die. The age-old problem struck yet again: the shower’s water pressure was a pitiful whisper, barely enough to get wet, let alone feel refreshed. The bath taps offered a reasonable flow, but why do they insist on believing this will translate to the shower? It’s like assuming a watering can will work just as well when tipped through a sieve. And, of course, the shower head was fixed in place. Without a detachable option, I ended up performing a slow-motion version of shower yoga, contorting into various shapes just to get clean. What should have been a brisk 5-minute wash turned into an epic saga, complete with a soundtrack of my muttered frustration. But wait, there’s more! The toilet clearly joined forces with the shower in a rebellion against basic functionality. It flushed with the enthusiasm of a bored sloth and took an eternity to refill the cistern, making the simplest task feel like an exercise in patience and bladder control. In summary, Premier Inn Peterborough North delivered a disappointingly expected stay: showers that trickle, toilets that dawdle, and a bathroom experience that feels like an elaborate endurance test. At least they’re consistent.
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