Why oh why oh why didn’t I go to bed before 4am last night?
It’s not big, it’s not clever and I have to facilitate a session this morning.
I pretend to be awake and think I just about get away with it.
Whilst Programming Group, continue to slave away and have soup, bread, cheese etc on-site, the Ops team finish up and head to the Gamecock in Austwick for Sunday lunch.
In comparison the service is fantastic and perhaps more to the point ‘friendly’.
They cope with a big group just fine. Some among us need to get away sharp, “no problem” the staff tell us “we’ll put their orders through first” and sure enough it arrives fast as anything.
By the time we get back to Dalesbridge the Programming Group are long gone (though their dirty dishes from lunch are not tsk tsk!). ETA dubious mitigating evidence has been provided by the divine Ms Dean in the comments, but I remain unconvinced...
A few of us are forming a private party, stopping over one more night as a chance to catch up with good friends away from the hustle and bustle of the wider group.
Having cleared up the meeting rooms (and done that washing up ;-) ), we collapse in front of the log fire and chill out.
Silly parlour games and much laughter ensue and all accompanied, by the rather fine selection of food David and Sally have brought up from their local ‘French market’.
A fine evening, with some of my very favourite people.
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