Scratchy behind the eyes

Monday night: verrry strange hotel in Cardiff city centre, with incredibly friendly staff, the hottest water I've ever seen coming out of a tap (ran a bath, put too much hot in and couldn't get enough cold in to reach in and pull out the plug. Strange hopping and squeaking ensued), and a mad orange breakfast room with no windows and a dance floor. They did kippers though.

I stayed up for the Sopranos so didn't get to sleep till after midnight -- but was repeatedly woken by drunken hordes rolling around in the bus lanes on the main road outside. And this on a Monday. Also woken repeatedly by squeaky floorboards (this was not a posh joint), so all in all a bit bleary on return home after meeting.

Tuesday night: birthday celebrations, sparkling wine, up too late. Slept in own bed (good) but not for very long (bad).

Today: Pain in head. Squinted through a frustrating day at work. Definitely no joie de vivre. Oppressed by squalid living conditions enforced by final stages of garden renovation: ton of this here, ton of that there, bricks most everywhere, and then there's the MUD.

Off to bed to reflect on the human condition and muster inner strength for a weekend with two parties, both in this house. Eek.

joella