The Premier Inn.
This will be my home now. For ages. I was so tired when I came in that I didn’t arrange things like I normally do, but there’s plenty of time. All I needed when I got in was sleep. I’m there again now. I’m knackered.
I barely slept on the ferry, and checked in here at noon after trying to snooze in the car for a few hours. This room is out on a limb which I prefer. Also it has a bath which I’m thrilled about and didn’t expect. I’ve already been in it twice.
There’s a little sofa, a desk thing. I’ve put a Himalayan shawl over the telly, a gift from Lou. It makes things a little less stark. There’s a kettle. Plenty of lighting options.
I slept in the afternoon and so now I’m up way too late. At half seven I suddenly realised I needed to move fast if I was going to get anything to eat. St Helier though is better than it was when I was young, but still not so crowded that I couldn’t get a table for one in last service at Samphire. Oysters, truffle linguini and a steak, with a whole bottle of Cote de Rhone and now I’ve got a headache that hopefully I’ll sleep through. My intention is to miss breakfast and go through to noon tomorrow. The car can stay where it is until tomorrow evening so I can just nest here. This will be my weird purple home.
I forgot to write this until just now as I emerged from my second bath desiring nothing more than sleep. I have a flask of water on the table. All is well.
Apart from the fact I exploded red wine on most of my clothes by trying to take a half finished bottle on the boat. Need to find a dry cleaner as most of it went into my suit. That’s a tomorrow thing. Today it is sleep. I need to stop and refresh before Monday. Tomorrow I intend to achieve virtually nothing.
AlBarclay 