How you feel when you wake up in the morning can often determine your outlook for the rest of the day. Today I am in London for a meeting, staying in a modest no-frills backstreet hotel.
As usual, in my slow start early morning daze, I stumble and fumble my way through shaving, showering and dressing. Too early yet to form an impression of the day.
Somehow I navigate my way down the lift and through unsigned corridors to the restaurant for breakfast. A smile from the waitress, seated and tea-ordered, my new day begins.
NO SAUCER 😦 my cup on a not-quite formica table. American style economy without American style bountiful breakfasts, and make-my-day smily service.
My more modest two poached eggs on brown toast arrives, — with extra toast that will be cold when I get to eat it 😦
Then the background music plays Roxette’s “It must have been love” 🙂 That rescues a smile and evokes memories of great times in the early 1990 days of ExtraCare. Driving around the Midlands opening shiny new nursing homes and recruiting lots of fresh-faced, eyes wide-open, new-job staff. Singing to the car stereo as I went. As the song says, “It must have been love, but it’s over now”.
HAPPY MEMORIES 🙂 🙂 🙂
Maybe this hotel is not so bad after all. Ten flavours of yoghurt, a variety of French croissants, ham and other cold meats, and fresh fruit from all over the world – apples, oranges, bananas, pineapple and strawberries in February 🙂
Now to finish with my cold toast and little jars of jam – raspberry jam, apricot jam, strawberry jam, blueberry jam……….BUT
NO MARMALADE 😦 😦 😦