hotels 18 February 2008
I love hotels and think I probably should and could live in one. What’s not to like, really? For instance, I arrived in Port Laoise, checked in (to the wrong room) and many hours later, when I regained a brain, realised my bags were all a few doors down, so I got the lovely night porter to come and help me debunk from one place to another and now all is well. I guess it’s the help in life that I like…we all need a little help, eh? And it was bizarre, I can tell you, as I went through the door of the right room earlier, a little squiffy, thinking I’m not in Kansas anymore but I’ll roll with it and where did I actually leave my bags in the sober long ago…
