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Our daughter wanted a bit of moral support during her interview ordeal, so we booked a last minute hotel in Oxford.  I hate to complain but the first room made my eyes well up (strong smell of perfume or industrial cleaner), was under some elephants and there was no hot water. Patrick complained. The second room had no heat or hot water.  In the end we were moved to the top floor and a room the size of a bowling alley.  There was a portable heater and we got hot water eventually. Apparently our daughter enjoyed her first interview.