Dinner time!

For dinner there is the scent of pasta primavera and – three hours later – a quarter of a glass of Rioja. How many calories? How many units? Since when did I turn into Bridget Jones? Luckily, every hotel room in the Slough of Despond comes equipped with especially tasteless clothes – because they are the mismatched items not currently dirty/being washed/being dried – so being BJ is made easier. Room service also offers the opportunity to be eaten by alsatians if you die in the room and are not discovered for two weeks. I’m scared of dogs, but I doubt that condition continues after death.

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