I started out my business week by travelling on a Sunday again. As I've said before, I hate doing this. However, I arrived at a hotel in Manchester UK after eight pm and headed to my room on the first floor, towards the far end of the corridor. It was really quiet and as I tugged my suitcase along I passed by a room where the TV was playing quite loudly. I paused (as you do
After placing the recorder I carried on and you know what, three doors further on I heard this:
As you will imagine this lightened my mood, perhaps Sunday travelling isn't such a bad thing after all?
Alas, this was all I got out of the evening and I didn't see either couple so I have no descriptions. Not a bad start to the week though.
xxx
L