It's Sunday and I'm here in my usual window seat. Filter machine is broken again, so it's a tall, skinny, capp for me today.
Last night was good, although as we went to enter the function room, we were told the night had been moved to the Restaurant because of the numbers, so I was disappointed, if we'd wanted to go to the Restaurant for a meal, that's what I would have booked. Still, we had a good time, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and it kind of warms the cockles to know that some things and some people, never change. One thing that's tickled me since Saturday night was T & A's choice of cocktails, no idea what they were, (they didn't know either,) but they both smelled and tasted like Germoline.
I'm not feeling totally fabulous today but that's mainly due to sleep deprivation rather than a hangover... honestly. I'm heading home after here to hunt out what I'll need for NYC. Weather is still mild over there. As I write, this time next week... I'll be headed for Heathrow.
Home is so Christmas un-ready, it's ridiculous. I have simply got to turn over a new and really huge leaf next year.
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