Well hello from Liverpool!
Hello in fact from the shores of the Mersey. Took a while to get here today, but it was all pretty smooth until we arrived at the hotel. We'd booked a deluxe double room with a view. They directed us to the 10th floor.
Lovely room. Lovely view...Twin beds.
Clearly we're already starting to look like one of those couples who, to quote Victoria Wood, "prefer a cup of cocoa and a Ruth Rendell" to a night of unbridled passion in strange hotel rooms. More, I think, to repair the damage to our dignity than because this is necessarily untrue, we complained. They directed us to exactly the same room, seven floors below. Same shaped corner room, double bed...motorway, practically at lung level. As it happened, we were just contemplating what to do about this when Housekeeping came by. We asked them if they had anything with a double bed and a view that wasn't necessarily viewable from cars stuck with their drivers hating each other and their own futile lives as they shuffled along, one wheel arch-length at a time. They directed us six floors up to the same room - just one flight exactly below where we'd started out. Far enough away from the traffic so it's just a distant, rumbling roar, but with a double bed we can ignore the potential of. Right here on the Mersey.
As I write this, I've just met an editing deadline, we've just received ANOTHER two sample chapters - seriously, all of a sudden, everyone loves Jefferson! - and d's fallen to sleep on one side of the bed. The Mersey, with its ferry, is obscured by a blank wall of thick grey fog. So glad we opted for a room with a view.
But here we are, with at least tonight and tomorrow in which to do nothing more than celebrate our friends who are getting married...
(Looks around the room)...
Think I might go and have a bath...Rock and rolllll!!
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