Bank

The Gorse Fox was not feeling at his best when the alarm went off. Discretion being the better part of valour dictated that he would deal with emails from home and take a later train once certain that he was ok. Needless to say, all was fine and GF found himself on a later train.

It was a busy day just because of the amount of catching up that was needed.

At the end of the day GF headed off to Kensington and his hotel. Though he stayed at the same establishment a couple of weeks back, he has been allocated a very different room this time... or is it just a wardrobe with a bed?

It took a while to decide on dinner. Given yesterday's discomfort something simple was called for. He checked the room service menu - and then decided to stroll along the road to Pizza Express where he could get a better pizza, a Caesar salad, and a glass of wine for less that the cost of just the pizza in the room. Pizza Express was in the shell of what had once been a bank. It was huge and according to the waiter would seat between 350 and 400 covers. Well tonight there were 5 tables in use, thre of which were solos like the GF. Despite this service was very slow, but the food was good.