Comfy at last.

Comfortably ensconced in our hotel at Manchester airport after a freezing journey from Das Capital.  Bus from Waverley to Lockerbie had an ice cold gale running up the gap below the seats, and the waiting room at the ScotRail station had a door fitted carefully to admit a similar breeze, direct from the north pole.   The commuter train to MIA had a depressingly similar ventilation.  Roll on 35 Deg C.
Airport hotel pricing pitched at fleecing passing tourists - reasonable quality small meal -only  one course - and a few wee swallys = £50.00.  Call me stingy, or Scottish, but that's taking the wee-wee just a bit.
Had a bit of a linguistic challenge on checking in.  The receptionist guy asked me to fill n a registration form then launched into a marketing tirade about joining some loyalty programme.   Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I couldn't understand a word of it, at least not whilst concentrating on the IQ test I was then completing:  Your Name?  Your E-Mail address? etc., etc.   Goodness knows what I have signed p for - incessant e-mails I suppose.
Still chilled to the bone - off for a scalding shower.
Up at 06:00 hrs to catch the big silver bird.   Don't get to accommodation till about 03:00 on Wednesday so probably no post Tuesday.
Namaste