Sparkly

I have done poorly on the blip front today. I have shaken the hand of and spoken to a v old bloke with a sword, medal and voice like Prince Charles. And failed to get any type of photo of him / with him. No matter, here is my sparkly thing. We all got one for our present for helping to get an award. And we got champagne and a voucher to get another drink from the bar (large glass nz sb, don’t mind if I do thank you very much). I managed to not bother with the canapés and to avoid the official photographer. Then back to work for a bit, then to get dinner - I was bloody starving.

My hotel room is completely unremarkable, oddly enough.