After three days of a crazy work schedule here in Dublin, I’m more tired than…a very tired thing. My brain is mush and I’m rather looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. Actually, not eating my dinner in the same room I sleep in would be a welcome change.
Room service is not as glamorous as Daniel Craig and Roger Moore would have you believe.
I have, however, had access to a sauna in this hotel, which makes for a lovely end to the day. Except for last night, when the pool was full of pensioners doing an aqua aerobics class. The sauna wasn’t particularly relaxing when (bad) 90’s dance music was pumping across the building.
And then they all decided to join me in the steam room, so I was surrounded by grannies in swimsuits. Very revealing swimsuits. And they seemed to be somehow annoyed at the fact that I was in the steam room with them. Lots of not so subtle comments about how it was “very crowded” and how some people “hog space” in the spa.
Okay ladies… Firstly, the aerobics aren’t working. Secondly, I’m really very small so I’m not taking up much room. Thirdly, you need to cover up some of that leather-like flesh.
So, not very relaxing. Still, I slept like a baby all the same.
And I haven’t had to eat any mystery meat lasagne this week, which is always a bonus.