Well, this is a bit of alright. My hotel room has been upgraded to a suite. At no extra cost to CIPA, I hasten to add: I
would never have got a suite past the Internal Governance Committee and its new
expenses policy.
The suite has a jacuzzi, a DVD player, a mini-bar and a
kitchenette. I sit in the kitchenette
wondering what exactly it is I am supposed to cook with a miniature of gin and
a packet of peanuts, but after four miniatures and a tiny supplement from the
bottle in my suitcase, it does occur to me that perhaps I could try putting
peanuts into the jacuzzi outlets and watching them get blasted around the
bathtub. Yes, I think that could be most
entertaining. Better than watching a DVD
player that has no DVDs in it. Acksherly
though, praps I could put peanuts in the DVD player too. Jush for a larf.
When you stay in a suite, breakfast is served in your
room. This is a pain because it means
you have to get up early and tidy around before the man with the silver tray
arrives to serve champagne and strawberries.
You do not want the man with the silver tray to see what you’ve done with
the peanuts.
I cancel breakfast. I
can make my own in the kishenette. From
peanuts an diet coke an stuff. I am a
domeshtic goddess, me.
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