The bath was chipped and cracked with rust stains and a perished rubber bath mat. The hand basin was in a similar dilapidated state. The electric blanket on the other side of the bed didn’t work, the pillows were so flat that even with all four supplied I still awoke with a wry neck.Every movement and sound from rooms adjacent and above echoed in my room. On my last morning I was woken by hammering and drilling at 7am.On my arrival I was looking forward to sinking into a comfy chair with a glass of wine and my book in front of the raging log fire in cosy guest lounge. However there was insufficient staff to remove the glasses and plates that kept piling on tables over two hours, let alone tend the fire. In order to read I had to use the light on my phone.Despite the hotel being booked out, there was no food served after 4pm. After the lack of dinner the previous night, I was looking forward to a couple of eggs for breakfast but hot food was not included in the $220 nightly rate. On checking out, as I was paying for the extras (including $34 for a $10 bottle of wine) via EFTPOS I was obviously too slow putting in my pin number because the receptionist said, “Haven’t you finished yet?” If you have a disability, forget the Carrington. There are no disabled parking spaces but if there were, you would not be able to negotiate the numerous steps to the hotel. And even if you did manage to get in, you would be foiled by the lift that demands you open the door within 30 seconds otherwise it closes and you have to start again. The glass fire doors that are so heavy they can only be opened by firemen. I was booked into a “Colonial Room” which means it is a relic of colonial times. Peeling paint, cracked porcelain and the generally shoddy condition of this establishment are not quaint and quirky. They are shabby, not chic, and this place is long overdue for a refurbishment.