It was interesting going home to London and staying in a hotel.
As we arrived, the doorman had a little trouble valet parking David’s 1965 Jaguar E-Type Series 1, a racing car not built for tall men sporting top hats.
The concierge had told me grandly: “ESPA Life at the Corinthia is quite simply the next generation of spa.” What utter marketing tosh, I thought, but decided it needed investigating. Your cell phone loses reception as you enter the first of the four spa floors. A small amount of panic sets in, but by the time you have tested the vitality pool, and rested in a private sleep pod, you can hardly remember your own name—let alone that your life once depended on the Internet.
But it was even more interesting taking my mother to stay in a pub…I don’t think she had ever stayed in a pub before…
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