All's Well That End's Well

lifeSee previous blog for my location at time of writing

Room service just brought my food. Once again, it's far too late to be eating, I still have to clean the sensor and the lenses and change the batteries for tomorrow, and every muscle in my substantial frame is aching!

The food is not appetizing, to say the least. Dried up breast of chicken, with cold mashed potatoes, smothered in thick, globby gravy and a pint of 7 Up to wash it down!

Still, it was brought to my room by a tiny and exquisitely beautiful Eastern European woman.

So, all's well that ends well!