Since I’m noticing that this journal is still getting hits every so often: this journal and the RP it was associated with, domino_effect, are now closed. Pegasus has moved on to pastures new away from LJ.
Do I want to go for a short break at the Marriott’s Club Son Antem? Possibly not. It has to be a golf club of some sort if Katherine’s suggesting it and Google verifies my presumption. I suppose I could consider it as a trade off against Chocolate Week at Fortnum’s.
I know it’s almost 9 o’clock but this is still far too early for me to be in the office. I’ve been here since 8am mostly holding my head and drinking lots of water. I have no idea if the Alka-Seltzer helped but someone’s gone out to get me a Bloody Mary as another solution. I hate Bloody Marys.
Voicemail that hasn’t been checked since Wednesday tells me that Katherine has bought a Carmen Sandiego hat in preparation for her visit. I do hope she’s not arriving today.
Success is a double-edged sword. If one more person congratulates me about that Wedgewood exhibition I may have to do something dramatic, like lock myself in my office with all the Krispie Kreme boxes so that I can ritually toss them out of the window. We’ve had far too many boxes of doughnuts arrive in the last week. Croquet tells me he has no idea where they’re coming from but he signs for them anyway. I suspect that he’s celebrating the extension of said exhibition. It’s running till August next year. Next year. Even I don’t think Wedgewood’s that interesting. Should probably arrange for parents, parents-in-law, Katherine & entourage, associates and just about everybody to attend anyway.
Tesco’s Danish Cinnamon Whirl for breakfast doesn’t even begin to make up for the poor location of this hotel. I can see what they were trying to do with the skyscraper idea, I can even see why they thought this was a fabulous location to place said skyscraper but that still doesn’t detract from the fact that they’ve forced a skyscraper into the landscape of one side of Birmingham city centre where it’s surrounded by 19th century industrial architecture, 1960s architecture and Chinese-style ornamentation. Stylistically it’s completely out of place and when I look at the interior I’m really not all that sure what they were trying to achieve. My ‘presidential suite’ has a kitchenette after all.
I know that scones and clotted cream aren’t a suitable dinner but I haven’t had proper Cornish clotted cream in months or real scones. They don’t seem to make real scones in America and what they do call scones aren’t much like the real ones. I don’t care if it’s undignified or that Croquet walked in on me licking clotted cream off my fingers, though he did turn an interesting shade of scarlet now I think about it.
Ossau-Iraty from the Basque region isn’t really my usual sort of cheese. It’s too soft and sweet to be eaten alone but it seems to work rather well in a toasted panini.
domino_effect, are now closed. Pegasus has moved on to pastures new away from LJ.
groggy
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