and like buses…
…another quick rant message, since I am currently in that accursed limbo which defines the time period encompassing that which lies betwixt the hotel check out time (and make no mistake, there was actually a knock on the door one minute after the hour as I was putting on my coat) and the time one has to set off for the airport (approximately two hours from the time of Writing, although give that the WiFi situation has returned to tenuous, that is liable to be some time before the time of Publishing*).
The reason for my being holed up in an (admittedly nice) coffee shop like a fugitive and not reclining comfortably in Cineworld enjoying the new Aardman Animations Christmas offering as originally planned is large, black, rectangular and weighs approximately fifteen kilos – my suitcase is accompanying me since the hotel apparently do not care for looking after paying guests’ belongings properly and it was this or dump it in an unmanned, unlocked room for anybody who took a liking for it (or just with eyesight as bad as, or worse than, mine) to help themselves; given that one of my work outfits alone costs more than everything the woman sitting at the next table is wearing put together (including shoes and bag), this was never going to be an option. Grrrr.
*Fast forward to Southampton airport and current time of writing is 1758 – and boarding time for the Leeds Bradford leg! Time killed, and home soon…