Room with a view

I have shared many peculiar rooms from this hotel. Tonight I’m in my favourite, the only one with a view to the (non-sunny) garden. I left work wondering if, for the first time in over four years, I might adventure to the swimming pool. It looks horrible, hence my reticence. But then the Murrena match was starting so I ditched the vague swimming plans and watched it all. Well apart from the first 8 games but essentially all. Now I have a chicken burger with all the condiments for my tea with tennis round up and a good long sleep to come. All good things.