Mrs and Mrs... Smith?

Luckily the post-Valentine's panic had the opportunity to subside over the weekend. Were this not the case, the arrival at my flat of an envelope addressed to Mrs and Mrs Boy du Jour (confirming our hotel booking for a friend's wedding) might have sent me into a bit of a tailspin.

I think it's rather presumptious of them, actually. Why, just because I made a booking for two people, must I be a Mr and Mrs? Surely any hotel of sense would have just sent the confirmation letter to the Miss whose name appeared on the credit card with which the booking was made?

For all they know I might be a Miss and Miss with no Mr involved at all. I almost wish I was.