Isn’t there a Chinese curse along the lines of “May you live in interesting times”? The past 24 hours have certainly been interesting.
Last night’s stay at the Museum was difficult – an unpleasant blend of bitter cold, damp, missing light switches, outside toilets, dirty sheets and coughing. At 6 am I gave up on sleep. Not long afterwards I heard Dominic get up, so I made us both tea and his first words were “I’m not staying here. And I’m not leaving you behind by yourself.” I said I would think about it.
I spent the day cracking on with making the artwork for the boat (which reminds me, I need to get all that water out of it somehow) and that kept me busy and warm-ish at least, but none of Dominic’s equipment turned up till 5pm, so he had an incredibly frustrating day. As it got dark and it turned colder, I agreed with him that we should find somewhere else to stay, even at the risk of offending our host. We then spent a couple of hours trying to get hotel rooms. Not quite sure why it was so difficult but every aspect seemed to flummox hotel receptionists. We had a really lovely, helpful man from the Museum with us and even he couldn’t understand what was going on… but we got there in the end.
I am now in a clean dry bed and I am very tired, but tomorrow will be better for some sleep.
