WITH APOLOGIES TO THE CONCIERGE

I feel like I ought to point out that I don't think of single people as a 'pathetic bunch of losers' even though earlier, I did project that view onto people who run hotels by assuming that they thought it.

Actually, I don't think that they think that either, and I've certainly got no evidence to back it up, even if I did. That is just how the single-supplement comes across to us singletons who feel as though society is somehow punishing us for a thing which is largely not our fault.

Apologies then if I caused offence. I have tiny moments of outburst and this issue is of course, one of my soapboxes. My last post probably failed the THINK test by being a bit unnecessary.

I do so want to remain soft-hearted. I don't mean being a pushover, I just mean sensitive enough to notice when I'm being obnoxious or proud or just a twit. I live alone and I don't have a partner so it's not always easy to see those things in the mirror.

Anyway, being a concierge must be a difficult job: spinning a million things at once across hundreds of rooms, figuring out timings and keys, co-ordinating cleaners and luggage, not to mention having to be nice to irritating people like me. While you could probably pretend to be a technical author (like I do most days) I doubt I'd be even half as successful at running a hotel.

Listen singletons, we are amazing, just like everyone else. Our situation is chance, it's past mistakes or it's just that beautiful time of waiting for something awesome but it's no reflection on our identities. Sure hotels cost more, let them! There are a lot of things I bet we can be thankful for right now. And what's more, only you know your story, only you know what baggage you're free from and only you know the hopes you carry with you. And those things even the concierge can't take away from us.