lady of leisure
I am having a well-earned break this week, largely down to the realisation that if I do not, this lousy cold will never leave me alone! Furthermore, as I have some exciting assignations planned over the next couple of weeks, common sense has eventually found a way in and I have committed myself to a leisurely few days enjoying the beautiful weather, eating banned-list foods (currently pickled onions) and listening to Tom Waits (unfortunately the only albums I can comfortably sing along to at the moment). So not much to report!
I am still waiting to hear about my possible new premises and daydreaming about the potential facilities I may then be able to offer my guests! There will certainly be a nice hot shower with fluffy towels and robes as well as far better parking available (for those among you who have never had trouble when visiting here – wait until the school summer holidays!) And the station is very close by, a boon for me and for my red wheelie-suitcase (which is frankly starting to look a little weary, even after only a few short weeks of being unceremoniously hauled around station concourses and the awful steps to the Kings Cross ladies.) During a very pleasant stay at a 4 star Midlands hotel over the Bank Holiday last week, I also noticed that within the leisure suite, the hot ‘spa pool’ (a jacuzzi to me, but I show my age!) seemed very popular – I had looked at similar (domestic) versions in the showrooms the other week but I think this will remain merely an engaging thought; as many of you know I am extremely fastidious and the prospect of Legionaire’s Disease is not particularly appealing.
On the subject of pathogens, a chat with the lovely lady doctor at the clinic earlier today has prompted me to ponder upon the state of health of potential visitors – apparently the advertisements on television are correct and many unpleasant and antisocial (not to mention itchy) illnesses are on the rise once again, even in our small locale! I, due to my vocation am placed squarely in the ‘Extremely High Risk’ category of their patients, despite the fact that I like to visit monthly (& know the staff by name), have all my shots, swabs & blood tests up to date and always use appropriate protection (which I pay for rather than avail myself of the kindly-offered free supply at the clinic – those of you who are aware of my rates will surely understand why I would never accept these from the NHS on general principle.) Therefore I believe my service is probably the safest high-risk activity in town; far more civilised and sensible than the tediously predictable drunk-pulling-drunk Saturday night action in the town centre! Anyone else think that might be worth at least a poster campaign? OK, maybe not.
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