Arriverderci, almost!

Weds 8th September
So I finally got to log off, put on the “out of office” and change my voicemail in readiness for my well needed holiday to Italy. And at 5pm I was on the road to Liverpool John Lennon airport, or more specifically, the Holiday Inn Express hotel, as i'm not flying til 6.40am tomorrow.

On arrival at the hotel it soon became apparent that this was not the same standard as the Holiday Inn Express that I had stayed in at Stansted airport earlier in the year. There only seemed to be 2 staff working, alternating between checking people in, taking food orders, making the food, driving guests to the airport and serving drinks. Did I say “serving drinks”? Well, what drinks there were left to serve. From an already spartan bar, bereft of much choice to begin with, we were also without the draught Carlsberg, Guinness or San Miguel. A Bulmers pear cider then please.

For dinner in the hotel restaurant (read “big lounge”) I had the best frozen lasagne I have had since my days at school. Following dinner, and a glass of wine later I decided it was probably best to retire. It was as though I had been transported onto the set of One Flew over The Cuckoos Nest. With so much staring in my direction I had to go to the gents twice just to make sure that I didnt have a “stare here” post it note stuck to my head.

Oh well, an early night will do me good. I am flying at 6.40am so need to be up nice and early, especially so I can take advantage of the legendary complimentary breakfast offered by Holiday Inn Express. On a tight budget like mine, every penny counts folks.

Night!