Life as a MN can get pretty tiring.  I’m on my twelfth week here with another 12 to go and, although I love it here and love what I do, sometimes it’s just nice to take myself off and talk to no-one and do sod all.  And so that’s what I did.

First of all, after meeting a fellow MN for breakfast, I went off to The Feel Good Factor to go and get a pedicure and manicure.  Indulgent?  Yes, I know.  But I like it.  It’s based in the Mid-Levels and was recommended by a nanny who used to live in HK.

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Hashtag Where’s my plate?

An hour and a half later, with nice, neat nails, I had found somewhere to eat.

It’s a French/American Bistro called The French American Bistro (FAB) and burger was calling my name and so was a glass of red wine. Or 2.  I love having dinner by myself.  There’s something quite special about a table for one, a glass of wine and a good book to read.

I then made my way to the hotel I had booked for the night.  The job is great but ultimately, I am a guest in someone else’s house.  And even that can be very tiring.  I am living by their rules, I am being friendly, chatty, always there to advise.  I can’t have a bad night with baby and come downstairs like a bear with a sore head.  Try it.  Be smiley and happy all day.  For 6 months.  So, I booked myself into The Butterfly; a boutique hotel in Central.

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Rather nicely I got upgraded to a king size bed; did I mention that I am sleeping in a single bed?  This is fine, but there are times when I miss sleeping star shaped. Or diagonal.  I had great plans of perhaps catching the bus to Shek O as my days off are dwindling, but in fact, all that happened was I popped to M&S to get myself some Cornish cheese and found some crackers that didn’t have sugar added to them.  Then went back to the hotel.  And didn’t leave.

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The Walking Dead Season 4 and cheese.

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  1. Rio Speedvargon

    That sounds like the best of days, the occasional two fingers to the world and a day of self. Burger and chips? Who’d’ve thunk it.

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