“What is this cord for”, she asks while pointing with the finger to the bed. She feels uncomfortable. The whole room seems strange to her. When she hears him laugh she turns to the bathroom. It’s a huge room. Too big for a tourist class hotel when it comes to her experience. A further glimpse to the low-mounted sink reveals what she doesn’t want to admit. But he already speaks out the inevitable. And he obviously enjoys the situation. “They gave us a room for disabled”. She sinks on the bed after she pushed the cord for the emergency call at a safe distance to the side. “It feels like in a hospital”, she complains. His grin is even bigger. “I think, I don’t like you anymore”, she nags knowing he couldn’t less care. “But you know what?” She suddenly jumps at him rolling her eyes and making funny noise. “Gladly our bodies are intact but here”, she repeatedly points her finger to her temple, “here”, and looks at him meaningfully. Shortly after they leave laughing and hand in hand the hotel. Their first aim of this day: Fatboy’s Diner at Trinity Buoy Wharf. Walking distance on this day: 30 km. London by foot? Wonderful!
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Great writing Michaela, each time your style changes and each one is amazing. Good job again my friend!
Is that an old city bus (the housing of Fatboy’s Diner).
Thank you NiceArtLife for your always lovely words! I have added one more picture to the post. Just for you
If you want to eat (and, of course, you’re just in London) in a routemaster restaurant then you might like this http://www.food-master.co.uk/ and this http://www.root-master.co.uk/
Have a nice day!
Hi Michaela, thanks a lot for the extra photo! I appreciate it a lot. Thanks for the link to the routemaster and foodmaster restaurants
Great!