We have made it to the post-seminar dinner. The 5 hours of CPD, subtropical conditions
and belligerence of the hotel staff have induced a spirit of camaraderie. We push our three dinner tables together to
make the evening more cosy. The waiters
complain that this will make their jobs almost totally impossible but by now we
have ceased to worry about inconveniencing our service providers. We tell them to deliver the drinks at one end
and we will pass them round ourselves, thank you. They huff and grumble but we are not to be
moved.
We eat well. We drink
even better. By the end Mr Davies can
only stand up with external assistance.
Which is not forthcoming, since the rest of us are only just vertical
anyway, in a Catnic kind of way.
Mr Davies falls over.
So, actually, we are
still here at midnight after all. Once
again Liverpool pulls down its blinds, bars its doors and turns off its lights
in the hope that Mr Davies and I will not come looking for soup. I get the impression that the entire
population of this city needs client care training.
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