Not Indian

The Gorse Fox had another interesting day - trying to complete ablutions, trying to get dressed, trying to get things out of the "wrong" pockets. Pharmaceutical preparations ingested with breakfast and lunch provided limited relief, but hopefully will allow a good night's sleep.

In the office the Gorse Fox had a number of meetings where the current project was reviewed at different levels and with different "lenses". Consumed a lot of time, but was useful.

At the end of the day GF headed back to Kensington and planned to eat at the Indian he had noticed yesterday. The establishment, however, was deserted and GF headed back towards Balans. In contrast they looked packed so GF decided to head back up the other way to Wagamama's. Even that looked like a poor choice at first as people were queuing outside, This turned out to be the outcome of the fire alarm going off. A few minutes later we were ushered in and all was well. Terriyaki beef and crispy squid was an excellent choice and may require a further sampling another night.

Back in the hotel it seems that several coachloads of a) Italian children and b) Italian near-corpses had been delivered. The former were running up and down the corridors and playing in the lifts; the latter were sitting in the lounges and bars staring at each other, waving their arms about, and shouting in Italian.

Gorse Fox retired to his room.