Pretty decent flight apart from some midget bloke in front of me who insisted on leaning his seat right back on me so he could sleep. Even a friendly word from me didn't help him understand that it didn't make him look big or clever, as his feet didn't touch the floor of the aircraft in the first place and he had to be pretty stupid to hack off a bloke my size. Anyhow after the stewards wouldn't mediate (to be fair there wasn't anything they could have done anyway), Sarah swapped rows with me. Now don't think for one moment that it was for my comfort, more to stop me getting arrested I'm sure.
After an age getting the bags because the conveyor broke down for 20 mins and one of our cases losing a wheel (possibly in said conveyors mechanism), we spend a delightful 90 mins getting the car (they had run out so we had to wait for a vehicle to be returned and cleaned).
But Suzie-Sat-Nav got us to the hotel with no problems. Hotel is very posh. At reception we were offered scented cold flannels to freshen up whilst we booked in. Tom, who has a phobia of anything resembling a wash, declined the offer. The rest of us assumed it was necessary to gain entrance as the only other guests around were in Eveningwear and we were clearly bringing down the neighbourhood!
Kids had a lovely surprise in their room. A big plate of cookies with their names iced around the plate. Dirt cheap to do, but really made us feel welcome and helped the stress of the day subside.
Dinner tonight was in hotel in their casual
Cafe MoZu. Molly was kinda impressed and couldn't help wondering how nice the "posh" restaurant must be if this was only the cafe (she ain't gonna find out at $110 per person!) Food though was lovely. Sarah and the girls had
Wagyu Beefburger with caramelised onions. Jack had a smaller version. Tom had mushroom risotto (big serving) and I went for a Bento box consisting of salad, sushi, carrot and coconut soup, braised beef, crab cake and roasted black cod. Looked great, tasted divine.
And to top the day off City won 2-0. Come on you blues!
Anyhow time to hit the sack.