from the trenches (1)

I'm in a hotel in Cheshire and my room has both tiny shampoos and biscuits, so I'm proper pleased; also I ate two and a half deserts this lunchtime.  I'm not allowed do that at home.  On the downside, trying to skype himself (a mere sixteen miles up the road) made the laptops make Merzbow noises, which was peculiar and unpleasant (and possibly cosmic retribution for the desserts?)  Back on the up, I brought eleven books with me for my four days away, so my colleagues continue to think I'm insane, but I'm re-reading Morvern Callar for the third time and they don't know what they're missing; ha!  I'm over-caffeinated and under-slept.  Here's me and Sarah Salway and the Lord Mayor of Bristol!

2 comments:

Marisa Birns said...

The Lord Mayor of Bristol looks quite pleased, and dapper with his sash.

Very lovely picture of the happy group!

Valerie O'Riordan said...

He does look dapper, doesn't he? I wanted a go of his gold chain but it never seemed the right moment to ask...