01:30 and the fire alarm goes off. Diva gets dressed and gets handbag. TSH makes do with dressing gown and shoes. Open door. Go into corridor. Alarm stops. Join assembly of guests deciding what to do next. All women have handbags. Turns out someone has been smoking in their room, the smoke detector has gone off and resulted in a general alarm. Diva's heart beating so fast she can't sleep for a while. The terror is caused by the noise of the alarm, not the threat of fire. But that's what the alarm tone is designed to do.
Today was spent in Cambridge, using very efficient park and ride. Getting there was delayed by giving way to what seemed like several hundred horses (yes, an exaggeration) , which is the rule of the road in Newmarket. A morning walk round the colleges with a view of the river and then some retail therapy for Diva. No actual purchase, more of a planning session for an important wedding next summer. Meanwhile, TSH climbed 123 steps up the Great St Mary's tower.
The dining room at the hotel is so darki n places that it is difficult to read the menu. Diva admired the older man who stood up with the menu and took it under a bright light after he had asked them to make the lights brighter (dimmers were on) and they refused. Maybe the young want ambience and the old just want enough light to see by.
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