Well, I'm back in bonny cold foggy Scotland with work again for the 9th week this year. Not feeling so great so I slept most the 4hr train journey, well, as well as you can sleep on a train. Woke up to bright sunshine over the coastline, blue sea and sky with luscious green grass and tree's, then as I went though Scotland, I watched the mist rise as the ground frost was warmed by the bright sun.
Apart from having to go to work it wasn't a bad start to the day, but then I wasn't feeling well, my fault, had an Indian the nite before and it didn't agree with me! Anyway, I was looking forward to going back to the hotel, last time (apart from the over priced, under flavored food) was rather nice, big nice bed and lovely shower.
Turns out, if your on the higher floors, you get lovely plush rooms, all done out in muted greys and plums with dark wood and subtle stripes, but if your on the floors below then you are in for a real treat!
No double rooms left so twin singles for the week, rock hard too! :(
A blindingly chintz wall of curtain that wont shut properly.
A wonky, beaten pleated lampshade.
A shower stolen from the shower rooms of a 1970's grammer school.
Furniture which seems like it was once attached to the wall, but now stands free with bare wires showing.
And I would like to point out now, that if your TV requires this much instruction, just to switch it on, then you need to get a new telly system!!!
All in all, feeling pants, hours from home, crap uncomfy bed with nothing but a crappy shower and rubbish breakfast (if my stomach can take it) to look forward too in the morning! brill!




















































