That’s the problem with the Blogger sidebar; there’s no escape from the ticking time.
And time ticks onwards now. A bevy of clocks hung on walls and standing on sideboards steadily tap out a rhythm reminding me that I’m away tomorrow. Northwards again.
The suitcase in the hall stands to attention, packed firm with work outfits and what will surely be a surfeit of socks. It’s only three nights. Three nights in a hotel that sees fit to declare that breakfast and your morning sauna is included in the price. Three nights too long.