Breakfast At Wetherspoons

Had pre-work breakfast with many of the crowd from last night. The enthusiasm for a pre-work pint had faded, which is, I think, no bad thing.

Does it make me a bad person if I want to see what an actual American would think of the Spoons ‘American Breakfast ‘?

Pretty sure it does.

Maybe I’ll take some pictures and see whether I can start an international incident over pancakes & maple flavoured syrup.

For the very start of the day I worked from the hotel room, just to be sure that it’d work like I expected, then wandered into the office for the rest of the day.

My lunchtime excursion was to find a coin exchange machine, to deal with a giant cup of shrapnel I’d accumulated over the years.

No, I don’t really mind that they take their cut; The alternative was that I count all of those coins by hand. Worth the price.

After work tomorrow I’m off to Canterbury, to stay in a different Travelodge. And to do some touristy things. And to work.

I’m still figuring out how to arrange things in the bag, but that’s an ongoing process. Everything fits without an issue, but I don’t have a system nailed down yet for what goes where.

I’m leaning towards the idea that the top section, which can be accessed without undoing the straps on the rest of the bag but not if the bag is lying open, should be for the stuff I’ll immediately unpack at the hotel and/or for the wet/cold weather gear