Up at 6.00am, slept well with the ear plugs, to write this. No radio, TV (or kettle, just the bottle of water I refilled at work yesterday), so I listen to the end of a play on the iPod; the one that I fell asleep to last night. The wi fi is still rubbish and my dongle won’t open the blog, so I type into Word.
Last night I went to suss out the Lilac Court Hotel which is opposite Kings Cross and to the right. It’s just around the bend in Argyle Street at number 60 and is quiet as it’s well away from the station area. Unlike my hotel it has a kettle and TV in every room and is only £40 - £45 for a single. The only drawback might be that it has recently changed ownership and is now called the King’s Cross Hotel. These businesses must do well; there’s a rather lovely black Masarati parked outside!
This morning the shower is ok although the floor is rather wet as there’s no floor mat, I also have to be very careful when I put my contact lenses in as the sink has no plug. This whole place is a case of “don’t have”. When I return to my room I find I have company. Running along the little shelf under the mirror are three black ants! It’s someone to talk to I suppose. I also find the keys to my own suitcase, I have Jennie’s slightly smaller one with me, on the floor. I was wondering where they had got to. They must have fallen from my trouser pocket as I dressed.
Again the Post Office fails to deliver breakfast. It's 7.40am but they are too busy laying out the metal tables and chairs for their pavement café. Now, I can understand why they did this yesterday, which was a bright, sunny day, but this morning it is actually raining. I find the reason when I look inside. Without the tables and chairs removed, I can’t even get into the place. So, breakfast at the office then. On the tube platform the announcement says "All trains go to High Barnet", which is odd as the board says that the first one turns left to Mill Hill East. Good job I looked.
Arrive early but the second delegate is late this morning so we don't start until 10.00am. Pastries at break, I eat only one, a new daily feature. A lunch of meat balls, rice and a mushroom, yes only the one, sliced. We have a good day and finish at 4.00pm.
Take the free bus with one change back to KX. At the bus stop a tall, thin, black girl, very attractive, with long, bright pink hair, says to me "Why is everone looking at me?". Silly question. I ask "who?" and she says "those boys". I say "it must be the hair" and smile as I board the bus when she replies "I had it first; Rihanna copied me!". Decide to change at Holloway, The Nag's Head, as the stop there is right outside M&S.
Another bus this evening to the South Bank to meet Jennie's daughter Chloe for dinner at Giraffe. We enjoy a meal of lamb burgers with focaccia, chips and salad and organic apple juice. It's really lively here in the evening but I'm nearly run down by a cyclist on the walkway by the Thames. Chloe goes off back to Guildford and I return to the Euston Road for a pint of Fuller's and to watch Spurs, who lose badly, 4 - 0, to Real Madrid. I chat by phone to my daughter Abby on the way to the pub. She and her partner and two friends are driving to Italy on Saturday to ski. Why didn't I do that sort of thing when I was young? Too busy raising her and her brother I suppose. Back at the hotel I complain about the wi fi and the guy alters my DNS settings. Now it works but why wasn't I told that on Monday.
Will listen to Ed Reardon on Radio 4 Extra at 11.00pm then blog, ipod and bed.
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