Hey there Kiddie Winkles!
And by Kiddie Winkles, I do of course refer to the highly dignified Winkle society of Kidderminster. I feel I should make this clear after the Kiddie Fiddler gaffe of a few weeks ago, when it should have been obvious that I was addressing the Kidderminster Fiddle Society, Music Division and not any other group.
Anyway, moving on.
This week was another special one for me (if you apply the word "special" in a frivolous way like fresh bean sprout, or Qualified Heart Surgeon), in that while I had to go to work, the only stairs that I had to deal with all week, were the stairs in my office building.
That's right! I scored a ground floor room in the Travelodge. And it was just off the reception, too so I didn't even have to walk very far.
That's a Room 3 info card, baby.
So fuck you, stairs. I win this round!