Busy day in Worcester, but you don't want to hear about that.

Staying at a "Sleep Inn". reminiscent of a private hospital. Very antiseptic. Lots of blond wood, and subtle (low-energy) lights. No character, but clean. Dinner at a nearby Brewer's Fayre... really classy. Condiments served up in whicker baskets. Not higgledy-piggledy, but neatly lined up in rows.

Fellow diners were a cross section of bored businessmen eating alone (like the Gorse Fox); and a few young couples.