Another day, another sunless room. This time at my laptop in the underground 'workspace' bunker beavering against a copy deadline for a feature in a major UK daily newspaper next week. After ten hours of this I'm pooped and soon to beat a retreat to my marvellous room and forgo the final afternoon session ahead of the compulsory big end-of-event-party tonight (buses depart to return to the hotel at 2am… ugh, welcome to Spain).
So about the room...
It's soooo Euro-designer-chic -- straight outta the pages of Wallpaper magazine and palatial in size.
More to the point it has a load of top toys -- a B&O wall-mounted plasma, DVD player, iPod connection to surround-sound wharfdales and Nespresso coffee machine. All mod cons for the early 21st century as well as the standard (well, for five star biz-lux anyway) secure Wi-Fi and/or Ethernet broadband connection. The bed is huge and very comfy and the bathroom is great too. But I'm a bloke and only perform my ablutions long enough to get wet and come out clean.
Of course, compared to our own miniscule, dingy and freezing bathing facilities at home -- to which I return to tomorrow -- I really should be taking advantage of such luxury while I can.
…Which reminds me. I need to put that special space-heating light bulb in place ahead of PJ and RJB's visit next week.
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