…and wifey has to do it.
up at 4am monday, to drive down to gatwick, to get a 10am flight to athens. for work.
i get a phone call monday night….guess where i am?
BLOODY HILTON HOTEL! thats £180.00 per night!
oh, not only that, but she’s in the ‘rooftop bar’, sipping £9 glasses of lager! thats a glass…not a pint.
the biggest kick is yet to come though….”guess what i’m looking at?”
only the bloody parthenon!
she gets athens, i get bradford! wheres the justice?
shes promised a load of her own photos on her return, watch this space.