Strange. We're in a hotel room fronting a busy three level roadway, and I'm awakened a couple of times through the early morning by traffic noise and other sounds from outside.
You wake, thinking it's somewhere around six or seven, comfortably before peak hour because there's no noise outside, check the time, and it's already twenty past eight. Put a tick in the box alongside Unexpected Sleep-In…
After a shower, and a check of the Costello-L Facebook comments where I discovered errors in the set list I’d posted the night before, I corrected my copy, then headed down to a healthy breakfast with no sign of eggs, bacon or other mainstays of the conventional Western breakfast.
I couldn’t possibly say I was overly upset by that since it was relatively late, we were probably looking at a substantial lunch and I'd pencilled in a return visit to the oyster bar before the night's concert.
Back upstairs discover, more recent comments on Facebook suggested that Japanese Costello-L correspondent Ayako made it into the show, and may have gotten to spin the wheel.
But there were more important fish to fry aside from wondering whether Wheel-Spinning Ayako and Costello-L Ayako are one and the same. As it turned out, they were, but after four days on the road there were laundry issues that needed to be addressed.
That meant it was time to pack up the washing, and head off to the coin laundry. A check at the front desk produced a set of directions that seemed rather complicated, an up hill and down dale and into side streets affair, but Madam's research has located a place in the basement of a building on the opposite side of the main road the hotel faces.
Far simpler. Score one for Thorough Research.
You could also score one for Hughesy’s inability to check the pockets were empty as an issue with tissues caused a slight delay in the drier proceedings.
Still, with the washing done and semi-dry, we headed back to Hotel S, where the room hadn't been made up, so there was no chance to drape the almost dry over every available surface. Never mind, we weren’t going that far.