It’s Wednesday, or “hump day” as Paul calls it. I think it’s because it’s the middle of the week, but maybe there is some other reason.
It was another long day at work and we were all supposed to be going out to a Mexican with the clients tonight. I was going to go, however, the client has decided not to go and as I’m really tired and still full from the last few meals I think I’ll have a bit of a rest tonight. I was only going to go along in the interest of business relations (honest) so I’m quite pleased to be able to have a relaxing evening in the hotel room and maybe get a takeaway. I think the others, with the exception of Ian are going to go.
Because of the security issues in SA, only certain delivery drivers are allowed to the hotel. There is a brochure from a company called Mr Delivery in my room. It has the menus of around ten different takeaway companies in it. The idea is that you phone the central contact and they then gather your order from the different restaurants and deliver to you. So I’ve ordered a pizza.
The pizza turned up after about an hour – it was okay, a bit soggy but tasty enough. The rest of the evening I spent watching a couple of films on the tv before falling asleep.
