Me time … in Manchester City

I been a very busy week for me. Too busy. I found myself trying to catch up with my shadow. Getting over a cold didn’t quite help…

Anyway, after all my travels this week, I’ve ended up in Manchester. Thursday at 3pm was the climax of my travel for the week. Having travelled to Colchester on Tuesday. I found myself travelling by train from Southampton to Manchester. Arriving safely in Manchester at 7pm. What an adventure. I had the best travel companion, Judith. When I grow up, I want to be like you Judith. We travelled together, but apart…. very funny. We were both just knackered. No time for small talk, we both slept our way to Manchester 🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣🀣

Anyway work over. I checked into the Malmaison hotel on Friday evening. I couldn’t just resist this hotel. There is something dark about it. Everything is really … simply dark in this hotel. In comparison to the other hotels that want to use light bulb to blind you. Some hotel reception are as bright as walking through an airport… bright lights everywhere. Malmaison on the other hand, your mood is set right at the reception area… if that doesn’t work, then the very dark lifts will get you going…

Took myself out for dinner. I initially wanted delivery from a nice Nigerian resturant. I had actually called and spoke to them about menu and delivery. I was looking forward to pounded yam and ogbono soup. But walking through the shopping mall, I suddenly became hungry and found myself being seated at the sushi bar. The rest is history πŸ€—πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©πŸ€©

At some point before I fell asleep, I realised that I had forgotten my shoes in the previous hotel. That is a first for me. I frantically called the hotel who confirmed that they were in possession of my shoes. The good thing was that the hotel was a stone’s throw from where I was spending the night. At that point I was glad I was still in town. I was just too comfortable in my trainers, that I simply walked away πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

I had a good night’s rest. There is something about hotels I absolutely love. Ofcourse not all hotels. Absolutely love boutique hotels, they are just so boutique. Breakfast was standard cooked breakfast. The difference here is that you make an order which is specially prepared by the chef (everything for me is well cooked). It is not mass produced and not on display with people opening and closing the dishes

I am back to base now. All I’ve done since I came back is sleep, sleep and more sleep. The idea of going out tonight has slowly melted into my sleep.

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