Sunday and Monday

We had a Director's Meeting at a nice little hotel in Chipping Camden called Cotswold House. This (number 17...go up a few floors) was my room. I took a long, leisurely bath in my giant tub, with a lovely fake digital fire blazing in the bathroom wall on a plasma screen. Then I went and sat on the leather kidney-shaped chaise, called my folks and read my book whilst cozied up to a nice warm fire. Slept in the plush down comfort of my giant bed. Woke to a knock on the door bearing a warm pot of coffee and porridge (steel-cut oat kind) served with scotch whisky, maple sugar and double cream and a side of delicious local organic sausages. Ate that at my little table whilst I watched the sheep on a morning herd-run in the fields above the neighbouring stone cottages and read the FT.

Oh. And we had a lovely dinner on Sunday and a business meeting on Monday, too.

Comments

Joe said…
Wow that sounds wonderful...

Oatmeal and sausage, and scotch with breakfast. Mmmmm MMMM.
10:58 am
Melinda June said…
Make the oatmeal, add a splash of cream, some brown sugar and a splash of scotch. MMMMM.
12:30 pm
Coaster Punchman said…
Mmmm. Just FYI, I'm having appletinis and reading your blog. It's almost like being with you.
7:05 pm
Dale said…
One by one I'll knock you out... Off topic from your wonderful sounding post but the Beck album is becoming much more amenable to me Melinda June. Could be the Scotch but it might just be the talent.
8:38 pm
Cup said…
Sounds like heaven ............
6:11 am
Jenna said…
Who needs business meetings when you've got what sounds like the most perfect breakfast ever? Deelish.
11:32 am
Anonymous said…
Business?
6:55 am
Melinda June said…
CP, I love your drunken lovefest. If only you'd been a drunk dialer.

Perhaps it's the scotch AND the talent, dale. Glad you're coming around.

Yes, beth and gizmorox, I highly recommend the oatmeal cocktail.

And yes, old lady, business. I'm going to miss this job when I rule Europe.
5:44 pm
Dale said…
And you will rule Europe. I feel this.
10:31 am
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