text: Polly: Hi there! How did Bill's operation go? How is he?
  Judith: It all went fine and he isn't in any pain.
  Polly: Great!
  Polly: Is he at home?
  Judith: They kept him overnight in hospital and he was brought home this morning.
  Polly: D'you have to do any caring?
  Judith: Oh no! He insists on his independence, especially with the catheter. I'm relieved.
  Polly: Sure. You've got enough to do, I suppose.
  Judith: Oh yes, I do. We are preparing for the Christmas holiday bookings. We've some nice lengthy reservations for the Queen suite. I've blocked the King suite for family visits.
  Polly: We've wondered which is the Queen and which the King suite?
  Judith: The Queen is the room next to our office, the one facing our road. The King is downstairs.
  Polly: Oh, I thought the suite downstairs was much bigger.
  Judith: So it is! That's why we named it King suite.
  Polly: I must be damned feminist expecting the best being Queen! ;)
  Judith: That's interesting! At the start Bill too was adamant about it claiming that the best should be allocated to Queen. Him being British! But we finally followed the generally accepted definitions of queen-size and king-size, the latter being bigger.
  Polly: Good gracious! Now you have corrected my erroneous thinking! Thank you, Judith! Of course a king-size bed is bigger than a queen-size.
  Judith: Pleasure :))
  Polly: Us queens being petite!
  Judith: Your turn to be sexist!
  Polly: Moi?!
  Judith: :)
  Polly: How did you name the one we're staying in?
  Judith: Now comes a surprise: Prince suite.
  Polly: So you definitely need one more to call it Princess suite.
  Judith: I wouldn't say no! The income is substantial! They are our bread and butter.
  Polly: So your idea has been paying off. Congrats!
  Judith: I'm so happy about it. Even if it means heaps of work.
  Polly: Happy for you!
target: Bill's operation went well. He spent the night at the hospital but was brought home this morning. Judith has made reservations at the Queen and King suites. 