The more I know, the less I know

Each time I learn something I realise how many things I do not know and will never know, which makes me sad. I reckon it is the counterpart to the joy I feel when I learn new things...

Mad with travelodge

I have a job interview (wish me luck) in a city of the midlands and since I have to travel from Edinburgh to there and is over 400Km of journey I will have to sleep for one night there. When I was in Inverness I slept in a Travelodge and found it to be quite good value for money. Per person it was not expensive and the quality of the room, with TV, sofa and en-suite bathroom pleased me.

So, why am I mad with Traveloge I hear you say? Well, I have been trying to book a room for two hours and I still haven't been able to do so. I have tried using Visa, Visa Electron, Mastercard, Catalan accounts, Spanish accounts, Scottish accounts and nothing. Each single time I got an error message as feedback. It has been quite fustrating. What I will do, since Travelodge doesn't love me is book with my old French buddies of the Accor group. They have never let me down before.

London City Airport

Next Monday I'm going to London to have some days of holidays. I have already been to London once, but I flew there via Stansted airport. This time I'm going to one of the most curious airports I know of, the London City Airport. The weird thing of it is that it is right in the middle of the city, but not because the city has grown around it but because it was build there on porpoise. It is located by the Thames river and it is surrounded by water as you can see on the aerial picture provided. In addition to that, the runway is so short that only small planes are allowed to operate. Plus flights only run during the day to allow the neighbors of the surroundings to sleep calmly. I am looking forward to see it.


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A mouse in my kitchen

Tonight something scary has happened which has been worth a posting in my blog: a mouse appeared in my kitchen.

I was walking to the kitchen to something when I saw a dark shadow rushing to a broken piece of wood we have under the sink. By the sound, size and speed of the object I think it must have been a mouse, what else could it be? You might think this is because my house stinks, but is not true, the buildings stairwell it's what stinks, it has layers of crap which date from the years when the Queen of England (and Scotland) was a teenager.

Anyway, tomorrow I'll go try buying some mousetraps to see if I can catch the little fellow. It's sad but sometimes a man has to fight for its land and food. Meanwhile I've locked all the food inside the closets and tried to insulate the rubbish.