In the Club

I went down to London today. We are staying in a posh hotel which Google Earth doesn't know the location of (or perhaps it is the posh people trying to throw me off the scent). Anyhoo, when I finally found the place I was told that I am being given a complementary room upgrade to "Club Class" or somesuch. I therefore inspected the room with particular care to find out what this means. In truth I didn't find much. The wardrobe has a light in it. There was a knob in the bathroom (which doesn't seem to do anything).

I turned it all the way both ways and nothing happened. There was also a wide selection of "adult" movies available..


Apart from that everything was pretty much as I would expect a room to be. And no, I didn't spend 9.99.

High but not Mighty

Today is kind of a red letter day for me. It is the day that the shop where I get my clothes has a sale. If yo uhave ever been lucky enough to meet me you will have noticed that I am quite a tall chap. Tall enough to be unable to buy clothes at normal shops. So I am forced to go to an establishment with the lovely name of "High and Mighty" to obtain my apparel. The logo used to be a big picture of Henry the 8th. What a lovely person to be associated with.

Anyhoo, fourth of January is when their sale starts. Other shops have theirs on more convenient days during the christmas break, but hey, they have no need to worry about fitting in with the plans of their customers. It is not as if we are going to go anywhere else. So we take time off work and rumble down the motorway in my recently clean car to see what was fashionable in Sweden five years ago.

When we get there we find a bunch of strangely shaped people pawing the rails of clothes and looking a bit fed up. As well they might. The shop has mixed up all the high and the mighty stuff, so that you have no way of knowing whether that nice jacket will fit or turn out to be large enough to go round your body twice. They have two well defined customer groups (as in the name) and so of course the obvious thing is to mingle the products for them, doubling the time it takes us to shop. Perhaps their rationale is that I will like that jacket so much that I will ignore the fact that the sleeves stop just above my elbows and there is enough room inside the thing for myself and a couple of close friends. Whatever, at least it saves me money when I only manage to track down one jumper.

Not Really Working

Today is the day that everyone drags themselves back to work. Except us. We have taken an extra few days of precious holiday to avoid having to do this. So while the breakfast news was full of stories about how this is the worst day in the year to go into work and how everybody is horribly fed up with this we were able to roll over in bed.

Then I got up, got dressed and went into work anyway. Just for a couple of hours. Well, I had to work out some timetables for laboratory demonstrations for next week.

Slave to the Shiny Car

Cleaned the car again today. The previous car was lucky if it got cleaned once a year. The new one is getting a going over every week or so. I think that it is because the new one shows the dirt more readily (good plan that one rob) or it might be that I like going out and coveting it. Although at the moment I only actually own the steering wheel and one of the seats.

At lunch time we went out for a free lunch courtesy of number one dad. Good food, good company and then back to his house for some of the million mince pies he said he had bought. He fibbed. I only counted around a thousand. Mind you, we can eat any number of them.

Resolutions Resolution

Today is supposed to be the day that you make all kinds of life changing resolutions and set an agenda for a better you and a more wonderful year. I was asked what resolutions I'd made and I was forced to admit that, as I have already achieved perfection, there is nothing much left to aim for. Perhaps I should resolve to be a bit more modest about my greatness.