I got paid to laugh with nice people today. I got paid to go a tiny bit too far (and make it seem like it's completely overboard). I got to watch Jerry act like a twat within my line of vision (but nobody else's) - I will never be able to think about Nutella again - and I am now in a rather nice hotel, all ready to let my head hit the ample pillows.
Yesterday's hotel was not quite as nice, but I absolutely loved the duvet cover. I think it was brushed Egyptian cotton or something - or perhaps just really old - but it was actively soft on my skin. Worth sleeping naked in. Worth oversleeping in, so I did this morning (though not in a way that would actually affect anything, which is nice).
I witnessed a coach driver talk a woman through claustrophobia as he drove through a tunnel and reassure her all the way. Then he pointed us in the direction of our hotel. We effectively ignored him and instead of walking for 20 minutes, we must have walked for about an hour to find it, but oooh, the sense of achievement when we did. And now I shall make the most of it.
Yoga tomorrow. Get that arse in gear, love. It will thank you.
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