Published on 12, July, 2020
Last night, I stayed in a Hotel in Belfast. The Room was like a Sauna, and I only got roughly 3 hours sleep; from 10:15 pm to 1:10 am. Then, I had to make alternative arrangements home; even having confusion as to where to place the key for the staff. In the end I took it to the wrong box, but I phoned them to let them know this afternoon.
To be honest, I could never stay in a Hotel; ever, again. It was just too awkward, and I didn't feel at ease. It's really for those who enjoy nights out. However, having said that, I'm glad that I went to the exhibition launch. Got chatting to a few of my friend's old sparring partners in the Art scene in the Nineties. One bloke, from Dundalk, who looked very like David Bowie. He chatted to my friend's sister.
But the hotel made things difficult.
I couldn't sleep in a hotel. It has be my bedroom in my cottage or I'll not sleep well at all. At home I know where everything is, every sound is familiar and I feel safe and secure. Away from home it's a step in to the unknown and I don't like that one bit.
Good job though. It was hard but you did it all the same. Well done, that takes a lot of courage and strength to get through.