Morning after

Our friendly waitress ('Hi', she'd said when she came over to take our food order as we sat at the bar sipping our gin and vodka things, 'Hi. I'm Whatzit' -- didn't actually catch her name -- 'I'll be looking after you tonight'.) ... so, our waitress came over towards the end of our meal to see what time we wanted breakfast. We were very surprised to hear that we were the only residents in the hotel last night (well, it is small -- only ten rooms), which was the reason she wanted to know. We suggested 10.00, she said they finished at 9.30 (why ask us, then?), we compromised and agreed on 9.45. The original intention was to come down to the dining room, but a few after-dinner drinks helped convince us that it would be nicer to be pampered and to have brekky in bed. Turns out that suited the hotel staff just fine, so everyone was happy.

We woke ridiculously early, the phone rang at 9.30 to see what we wanted, and we opted for Full Irish. It was hard to tell what the weather was like through the chink of curtain which was open, but it looked promising in the mirror beside the window. I must have still been half asleep. I certainly should have known better after all the recent greyness. Sure enough, what I thought was a patch of blue turned out to be just a lighter patch of grey. A bit brighter, though. Maybe it'll pick up this week. Maybe.