Not a typical Monday. A meeting had been set in Reading that (whilst interesting) was an irritating diversion from the design work that GF has been doing. He had to duck out at 15:00 for a telecon... which he took in the car and then headed across to Worcester as it seemed daft to drive home then drive back at the crack of dawn tomorrow.
It was a quiet evening in Worcester as GF was the only person out and about. The question was Tapas or Pizza? The answer was settled when GF found the Tapas restaurant closed. Pzza demolished he was back in his room by 20:00.
The hotel is fully of sherry swigging lavendar spritzing blue-hairs tonight... and though the Gorse Fox has a nice room, he doesn't have WiFi access from this part of the building.
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