Up early with the alarm, well okay I might have pressed Snooze a couple of times before I actually got up off the couch. My one regret perhaps is that I didn't manage to finish the washing up before I left, but it'll be there when I get home, the crumb burglars don't do washing up!
And so ensued a day at work with the usual ups and downs, it was long but in reality I finished earlier than I do on many days, mainly a due to help from my dearest colleagues.
Had a hilarious call with a patient, normal type call with various ills and woes. She then asks me what size I am as she has been watching some fashion programmes and saw a Carlie similar to one she had admired when I lasted visited her. When I told her my size was 16 - which as I have mentioned before rally does not make me hugely happy at present, she laughed uproariously and declared I must be at least a 20 or 22. Strangely she didn't expect me to be unbelievably offended by this and signed of the conversation quite cheerfully. I actually laughed out loud after putting the phone down unsure if I'd be dissed Newton Abbot stylie.
So after tying up all the loose ends, hopefully - let's not forget I'm a superstar when it comes to edjittery, I skipped out the door pulled the bike rack off the back of the grey stallion and hot footed it up to Heathrow. Made a few phone calls on the way. There's nothing like an exciting trek to make you put your life in order (washing up excepted of course!).
Happily I arrived at the airport within 3 hours, okay so I didn't strictly stick to the speed limit as I wanted to get there more dirreckly. Parked up the grey stallion, jumped on a shuttle bus and made the long walk to the Hilton. Cunningly used my points to book the room and for my first treat in days got upgraded to an executive room and as the executive lounge was closed, I scored a voucher for a free drink at the bar. Very late burger and chips, two glasses of vino and I repacked and hit the sack.
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