The Rightly Wrong Hotel
I love conferences. I particularly like the drinks after. I also am enamored of two conferences in a row. You'll be pleased to know that I turned up at the right hotel this time. That's fortunate as I was facilitating a session. Ironically it turned out that I turned up rightly at the right hotel that was the wrong hotel last week.
After conferencing in the right but wrong hotel I had a drink or three then took this picture for you.
Note the similarity to the video last week of the wrong hotel view point. Ignore the obvious difference of night time versus daylight.
At the wrong hotel the right time this week I listened to talks, I had lunch, I facilitated a discussion, I met peer friends and I had 'a few.' (British term). At 7pm I texted Mr Him to advise him of my departure from this wrong hotel the right time, being the time of my departure. It was a train strike day. There was no saying I'd get a train home. As it happened I caught a train home that shouldn't have existed. This train's ultimate destination was my station. Ultimate destinations are never my station. I had caught the right but wrong train home.
I must detour on this tale to tell you I've written about this particular hotel before, twice. It was here that Mr Him was refrained by his employer to go home, quite wrongly in my opinion. Here. Later that year I went to a conference at this rightly wrong but right hotel here and that's where I caught out Mr Him's employer and the nonsense of his stay. in this blog in which there are nice pictures in this one too
Note, dear reader, that twice these past 2 weeks I've been at this hotel and made my way home that same day.
Still there's a lovely view from the hotel, you have to agree.
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