Saturday, March 18, 2006
Hello again
Been a while. I have a lot to say, but if I start telling a big story I fear I may never finish. I'm also a bit rusty with this sort of thing, so I'll just start slowly, and see how we get on.
The last post that I never published started by asking 'Why are there so many Terry's Chocolate Orange mugs?' Am I right, are there lots of these mugs in circulation?
Today is Saturday and I haven't done much. Sunday is a work day (I'm in Bahrain)
Friday is the holy day for Muslims, so the normal weekend is Thursday and Friday. However, some private companies, specifically financial institutions, are open on a Thursday to fit in better with their foreign counterparts. They then take Friday and Saturday as their weekend, which is what I'm following.
I've managed to injure my body again. I suffered for the last two weeks with headaches and general disconnectedness of unknown origin; I've probably aged 10 years as a result. Today I've worried my stomach slightly as a result of using a comb to spoon Alpen from a glass tumbler into my mouth.
I got up this morning and went for a coffee, then did some shopping and picked up my laundry. I've moved back to the original, pre Grand Prix, hotel. I spoke to the manager when I arrived about the torrid time I'd had in the downtown hotel (a sister hotel of this one). He probably didn't need to be told this as my face reflected the torment of five nights disjointed dreams, of misfiring air conditioners, drunk Saudi men and Iraqi 'musical' bands. The manager responded by offering me a free room upgrade to a suite. So I've moved from a room the size of a bed, into a suite of three rooms, two TVs, a bedroom the size of badminton court, a kitchenette, two settees, a dining table, fresh flowers etc. All rather wasted on just me, but at least it's quiet.
It was the kitchenette that inspired me to buy the Alpen from the supermarket this morning. From the shop I could visualise a microwave, a hotplace, and a whole wall of cupboards and draws. I figured that would be enough equipment to deal with the preparation of some cereal and milk.
I headed back to the hotel, but when I got there, I found the cupboards were bare. No bowls, no plates, no knives, no spoons no nothing. After some pondering of I took the glass tumbler from the bathroom and poured the Alpen and milk into that, figuring I could scoop the mixture out with my hands like a bear eating honey.
I wasn't satisfied with this solution, so I looked around some more and found an 'Emergency Travel Kit' in the bathroom containing a plastic comb. This sort of worked as long as I kept the mixture dry enough to prevent the milk from seeping between the bristles. I doubt that I can get sick from whatever lives on a plastic comb, so it must have been something I ate or drank yesterday.
The last post that I never published started by asking 'Why are there so many Terry's Chocolate Orange mugs?' Am I right, are there lots of these mugs in circulation?
Today is Saturday and I haven't done much. Sunday is a work day (I'm in Bahrain)
Friday is the holy day for Muslims, so the normal weekend is Thursday and Friday. However, some private companies, specifically financial institutions, are open on a Thursday to fit in better with their foreign counterparts. They then take Friday and Saturday as their weekend, which is what I'm following.
I've managed to injure my body again. I suffered for the last two weeks with headaches and general disconnectedness of unknown origin; I've probably aged 10 years as a result. Today I've worried my stomach slightly as a result of using a comb to spoon Alpen from a glass tumbler into my mouth.
I got up this morning and went for a coffee, then did some shopping and picked up my laundry. I've moved back to the original, pre Grand Prix, hotel. I spoke to the manager when I arrived about the torrid time I'd had in the downtown hotel (a sister hotel of this one). He probably didn't need to be told this as my face reflected the torment of five nights disjointed dreams, of misfiring air conditioners, drunk Saudi men and Iraqi 'musical' bands. The manager responded by offering me a free room upgrade to a suite. So I've moved from a room the size of a bed, into a suite of three rooms, two TVs, a bedroom the size of badminton court, a kitchenette, two settees, a dining table, fresh flowers etc. All rather wasted on just me, but at least it's quiet.
It was the kitchenette that inspired me to buy the Alpen from the supermarket this morning. From the shop I could visualise a microwave, a hotplace, and a whole wall of cupboards and draws. I figured that would be enough equipment to deal with the preparation of some cereal and milk.
I headed back to the hotel, but when I got there, I found the cupboards were bare. No bowls, no plates, no knives, no spoons no nothing. After some pondering of I took the glass tumbler from the bathroom and poured the Alpen and milk into that, figuring I could scoop the mixture out with my hands like a bear eating honey.
I wasn't satisfied with this solution, so I looked around some more and found an 'Emergency Travel Kit' in the bathroom containing a plastic comb. This sort of worked as long as I kept the mixture dry enough to prevent the milk from seeping between the bristles. I doubt that I can get sick from whatever lives on a plastic comb, so it must have been something I ate or drank yesterday.
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