Phil's away on hol's so I'm filling in on the Primavera training, and it's taken me down to Bristol.
Last time I was down here was with my old job I think, many moons ago. And the weird thing was, not ringing home to say I'd got here okay. Okay, the footy was on (tender hooks game, or what 
) but in the hotel room I was thinking, "Mmmm, must remember to take those biccies home, and the hot chocolate...." except, 
It's hard, the little things set it all off. But then I guess it's goning to be like this for quite a while.
Pics of free food and beer, only there to wind up Ebo...
Pre-dinner drinks, whilst watching the game 
having at last got a room. The first key didn't work, the second opened a room which had someone else in, and the third key, for another room, worked.
Dinner is served, although a little slow due to the HUGE numbers of people having bar meals.
