The schedule for today was:
I was interested as tens and tens of wireless internet connections came up on the list: e.g. “Steve home”, “Sam and Elizabeth”, a “Virgin Trains” train with Wi-Fi which must have been nearby, and — what made me chuckle, because of our golliwog Jasper — “Jasper’s router”.
It was quite bitterly cold when we arrived. What was marked as the “concourse” was deserted, which seemed strange; we passed through it to reach the taxi rank. We asked for the “Premier Inn” and the driver asked, “Which one?” — for there are two facing each other across the road. On what we told him, he delivered us to the right one. There was only one set of towels, so we asked at reception, and the man told us he would see to it, if we didn’t mind him entering our room. We had a drink in the lounge bar, returning to the room, though, before our table booking-time. We found the heater above the door blowing cold air, so Janet rang the reception number and someone came. He reset the heater wall-control; it still seemed to be blowing cold, but he said it would take some time to heat up. We went for dinner — the waiter seemed very obsequious! I opted for the “chef’s special” for the day: three Gressingham duck sausages with mashed potato in a rich sweetish sauce and sweet red cabbage. I think I found a grape or two as well. I enjoyed it, but wish there’d been more. Janet had lasagne with a salad — the only thing she could find on the menu that wasn’t packed with calories or garlic. When we returned to the room the “heater” was still blowing cold, so we summoned another man, who fixed it this time — fixed it too well, because the room got very hot. Made a change from a cold room at night at home, though, and shivering when getting up to go to the loo! Acclimatising us to Egypt?! We didn’t want to touch it further lest it blow cold again. So it was still blowing hot when we vacated the room next day.
[Wednesday 1 February 2012]
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