By the miracles of modern science I'm writing this by the pool. The hotel wi-fi network, which is freely available in the lobby, doesn't reach our room but extends out to the pool. Be impressed, be very impressed, or maybe I should just get out more.
Jan is an angel but not overtly affectionate. So yesterday when she passed me a compliment I was tickled pink. She said I reminded her of a cross between Robert de Niro and Jack Nicholson. She added the rider that I was like de Niro in 'Cape Fear' and Nicholson in 'One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest'. Whilst I haven't seen the films I assume that she meant it as a compliment? Wasn't that nice?
I find it very difficult to fault this place but I'm having difficulty coming to terms with the realisation that it is stuffed with old people, and having to admit that ...er, that I'm old as well. I wonder if they look at me and think the same? Look, I know that it's an ageist comment and there is, of course, nothing wrong with old people, it's just that I don't want to be one of them. The big clue was right before my eyes the morning that we checked in. There it was, right next to the check-in desk, a huge, standalone, red and yellow painted jobby, sponsored by Telephonica, who were proud to tell you that if you opened the little door in the front you would find a brand new defibrulator. And, under no circumstances were you to use it but you had to call a trained operative. Bloody hell, they expect their guests to have heart attacks!
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Jan is an angel but not overtly affectionate. So yesterday when she passed me a compliment I was tickled pink. She said I reminded her of a cross between Robert de Niro and Jack Nicholson. She added the rider that I was like de Niro in 'Cape Fear' and Nicholson in 'One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest'. Whilst I haven't seen the films I assume that she meant it as a compliment? Wasn't that nice?
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I find it very difficult to fault this place but I'm having difficulty coming to terms with the realisation that it is stuffed with old people, and having to admit that ...er, that I'm old as well. I wonder if they look at me and think the same? Look, I know that it's an ageist comment and there is, of course, nothing wrong with old people, it's just that I don't want to be one of them. The big clue was right before my eyes the morning that we checked in. There it was, right next to the check-in desk, a huge, standalone, red and yellow painted jobby, sponsored by Telephonica, who were proud to tell you that if you opened the little door in the front you would find a brand new defibrulator. And, under no circumstances were you to use it but you had to call a trained operative. Bloody hell, they expect their guests to have heart attacks!
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