Day 12 - Back to Nottingham - and 26.5C!

After another good breakfast, we bid our fond farewells to everyone and humped our luggage down to the kerb.  However, Paul had just warned us that there were ‘No Waiting’ cones now on both sides of the street – including ‘no loading’.  His laundry man had been warned by a traffic officer/warden, that if he left his vehicle, he would be ticketed. So, he had to ring Paul, who had to go down and bring in his own laundry.

Both sides were coned, because there was an issue with a house on the corner, so the street to the left was closed.  Anyway, I had to walk through the shopping mall and out the other side, to get past the closed stretch of street, and then then rescue the car.  The traffic officer was standing in the road, Paula with the cases at the kerbside and so my plan was for her to get into the car, slide across to the driver’s seat, whilst I loaded up! But, she’d already sweet talked the officer to let me get out and heave the large case into the boot, whilst she chucked the smaller cases into the car.   We were off about as quick as a Lewis Hamilton pit-stop, to the end of the road and had to turn right – but the only option then was either the car park or a pedestrian only zone.  A quick U-turn and back up Adelaide Street, a cheery wave to the traffic officer (again) and away.

Once in Nottingham, we checked into the Park Inn Hotel and this was another step up in the accommodation stakes.  Top floor (three floors only) and a room at the rear of the property, overlooking the car park, rather than Mansfield Rd.   Immaculate bathroom, air-con, tea and coffee facilities but no fridge.  Once connected to the interweb, we sent a message to Bournemouth, to see if Simon could slot Paula in for a dance lesson.  In fact, we even volunteered to leave Nottingham a day early, if that would help.

Up to the local Wetherspoons a bit later and silly me, I’d forgotten that ‘Thursday night is curry night’ at all Wetherspoon’s establishments.

Paula’s chicken wrap was enormous and so I had to help with that as well as doing my best with the lamb curry and a glass of cider.

After calling on Dave and Sue, we headed back and I found that although we had free internet access, it was somewhat limited, as I couldn’t get into this blog site to edit or publish the blogs that had already been emailed in. That means that blogs may not be coming through daily, but in batches, as and when I get full internet access. (I’m already several days behind anyway, as usual.)