hotel mouse 14 September 2009
I imported the Husband to Manchester for the weekend and great fun he is to have around. Well, I got one great day out of him then he did his knee in (it ‘goes out’ regularly, unlike his poor wife) and so he had every excuse not to tramp the streets with me. Worked out fine (most certainly for him, as he has admitted) because he rested/recouperated in front of the tv watching football, a Grand Prix, golf and tennis. In fairness to the man, he did manage to struggle downstairs for breakfast (which his wife eschewed in favour of an hour and a bit in the hotel gym…hmmm…) and he manfully hobbled from the bed to the mini bar on several occasions to partake of the juices, crisps, nuts and chocolate there. His wife went shopping so as not to make noise or be in is sporting way and she made him jasmine tea when required. He has a hard life but is brave in the face of it…Oh, hang on, he is reminding me that he studied Russian yesterday too – what a guy!
