Apparently I’m not going to be staying in Christ Church — I’m going back to Queens again.
This evening I had a call from Priscilla Frost, the organiser. Fortunately I heard the phone ring and got to it in time.
It seems that the website has confused quite a few people — exactly the same problem has affected all sorts of people, and she’s drowning in emails and letters. Over 500 people have booked so far, which is remarkable, and most of them have sent emails! But the teething problems with the website are apparently causing severe delays in replying, so do be patient. There is more accomodation than is indicated on the website.
After describing the problem we agreed a solution, which puts me back in Queens College, and restores me to the joy of an en-suite. After all, few would wish to meet me, dressed in jimjams, in the corridor at 2am anyway, in my experience. Few of us are as young and beautiful as we were.
And even if the other person was indeed a beautiful young lady set on matrimony with a dark-haired, greying, distinguished-looking patristics enthusiast wearing trousers awkwardly over his teddy-bear pyjamas, I feel that I might not be looking my best for such an encounter. Such witty repartee as I can command might not be that welcome, while queuing anxiously for the loo.
I suppose it is possible that the confusion will lead to people turning up thinking they have booked when they have not. Perhaps I should have some cardboard ready, so they — or I! — can sit outside the conference with a sign: “Hungry, homeless, and attending patristics conference”!
If the worst comes to the worst, I can probably beg a room off my old college, so really I have nothing to worry about.
I think it will all get sorted out, from the sound of it.