A late change in today's schedule meant that the Gorse Fox spent much on Monday evening driving to Malvern so that he could be in Worcester for an early meeting. Hotels in Worcester were full, so he plumped for his favoured hotel on the side of the Malvern Hills.

Arriving late, he checked in and checked that it was not too late for room service (after all he hadn't eaten!).

"No problem, Sir. You could also have a snack in the bar"

Taking his gear to his room, he decided the bar sounded like the best bet. Two residents slouched in one corner, and the counter was deserted. He waited a while and just as he was leaving a young lady came and asked for his order.

"A pint of Wyre Trekkers and a Club Sandwich, if you please" he requested.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I've just been informed by the kitchen that we have a problem and cannot do any more bar service."

The Gorse Fox was hungry. This was not the plan. He took the beer, and went up to his room, then picked up the phone and ordered room service.

"A club sandwich, if you please"

A few minutes later there was a tap on my door and the club sandwich arrived, delivered by the same young lady who had been in the bar.

Fleetingly, GF wondered if this had just been an excuse to get up to his room. Then the delusion faded.

[File under: Diary]