On the road again for a meeting tomorrow so it's the joys of Huntingdon for me (and work booked a decent hotel for once - it must be a fluke).
So how do you amuse yourself on a 2.5 hour journey - I chose to listen to some "Sorry I haven't a clue" CD I was given for Christmas.. What do you know it was really funny.
So much so that when I arrived at the hotel I was still chuckling away to myself at the most recent funny bit (we've all done it I'm sure) but then I realised I was checking in with a idiot savant look (without the savant) and daft grin. Obviously the receptionist had noticed it too but was too professional to draw attention to it.. but I knew none the less..
Then off to my room, catch up on some preparation for tomorrow and read todays funny blog contribution from Janey Godley about middle aged women and their urge to form a pottery collection. It's so true but I hadn't really noticed it before. (Excellent blog by the way and well worth a look).
The internet is on the blink so off I troll to reception having plucked up courage and convinced myself I'm an adult and can recover the situation..
Then as soon as I walk into reception and am greeted by the receptionist what faces me.. Two women checking out the "commemorative Huntingdon plates" in the reception display.. Welcome back chortling idiot.. I feel like I'm in an episode of One foot in the grave.