Off home daujourdui. I care not about the sbelin or the lingo. Or about the journey really. None of this ‘better to travel hopefully than to arrive’ stuff. On this occasion travelling hopefully is fine but arriving will be good. A few quiet nights before the next onslaught.
Now off down for breakfast without my device. Figured I’d then be able to give my breakfast companion the attention she deserves whilst also charging the phone back in the room 🙂
Observations from the breakfast room:
When we arrived there was some noisy drilling happening in the ceiling behind the bar. Two blokes stood by watching. Then one left and later returned carrying a plastic trug containing plaster. The third person got up on the step/support/whatever you call it and did some plastering. Apparently they had had a leak and had to fix the roof followed by the internal work.
In the background the cleaning lady was dusting the high up bits of the restaurant.
On our table there were two bottles of HP Sauce. Every other table had one red and one brown. This felt good to me. I don’t do red sauce at breakfast. One of our bottles was almost full and the other two thirds full. I used the latter. My only regret is not having the phone with me to take a photo.
We chatted with the waiter and mentioned that we had been to Khans in Tranmere last night and were impressed with the £15.99 meal deal for poppadoms, a starter, main and rice or bread. He thought that was expensive as he pays £28 for a takeaway three course meal for three people.
Now to continue our journey…
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Motorway musings.
On the road to Lincoln. Google maps not Waze. Anne’s Waze voice is a woman with an irritating way of pronouncing “roundabout”. I need to fix that but not when driving and the phone is in use.
I am the passenger for the first half of the journey. This is good as it means I am not driving on the tedious 50mph limit bit of the M62 around Manchester. Stressful. A full tank of fuel means no need to stop other than to swap drivers at the halfway mark, usually Hartshead Moor services.
Queensferry, Stanlow, Runcorn. A sign. We have one hundred and fifty miles to go.
Abba cars 444444. Thats treble four treble four or double four double four double four. I googled them. They are based out of Warrington. Only get a two star rating with over a thousand reviews. Not good. You wonder how a business like that stays in business. Must have the Warrington taxi market stitched up.
The cows around Stanlow are upstanding. It is an overcast day but clearly no rain in prospect.
M62 Liverpool, Warrington, Southport (M57). Preston, Wigan, St Helens M6. Different accents of the motorway system.
Monday Monday, so good they named it twice. Speed camera ahead. Not wearing my thick jumper.
I decided to look up famous Mondays in history. The first site that came up published mainly American stuff so only of mild interest. It’s a bit like the fact that they hold the world championships of baseball despite only involving local American teams.
The one Monday that seemed international was March 20th, 1916 when Albert Einstein published his Theory of General Relativity. You’ll all remember that one. Was a big scoop for the scientific journal Annalen der Physik. Made the headlines big time. Of course when they read it loads of people nodded their heads knowingly but few of them really knew what Albert was on about (taps the side of his nose).
The rest of the google search results didn’t really tell me what I was looking for. I didn’t want to know why Monday was called Monday. On another occasion maybe but not right now.
Annalen der Physik btw is one of the oldest scientific journals on physics having been published since 1799. It has had a fairly chequered history bearing in mind that WW2 and the subsequent division of Germany into East and West with all the political shenanigans that entailed, got somewhat in the way. Would appear to be still going though, one way or another, fair play.