Sunday night in

I usually go to the pub quiz on a Sunday evening. It serves the dual purpose of a chance to win money (and wine) with the opportunity to put off thinking about Monday for as long as possible.

Last week however, the jackpot (£170!) was won, and not by us. Somehow I think we believed that it was just a matter of time before we won it, and it was waiting for us to add it to our ‘pot’. Sadly, someone else got it, so I wasn’t that disappointed that I had to miss the quiz to drive south for work.

So, instead of drinking pinot grigio in the pub, I found myself in a rather nice hotel in Hatfield*, arriving in plenty of time for the Strictly results show**. Checking in, I decided I needed wine and snacks with my viewing. What did I see? The room service menu!

So, there I was – chips, wine, and a cafetiere of coffee, Strictly on the fancy tv. And then, to follow…Dirty Dancing. There are worse ways to spend Sunday evening when you’re away from home.

*nice hotels are seriously cheap on a Sunday night, I've paid more for the Travelodge next door.
**Yes, I was recording it, but there's always the chance someone will blab!