Thursday, May 9, 2013
Weekend at the Waldorf
Well, perhaps not exactly the Waldorf, but certainly a place of comparable luxe and comfort. For various reasons, some of which may in due time be disclosed, Mr. Muscato and I have hied ourselves up the road to Dubai for a silly minibreak (a term I first encountered in the diaries of Miss Bridget Jones and have always liked).
Having arrived mid-afternoon (following a dramatic escape from the confines of the office), we have already steamed away our troubles and are now, as the snap attests, doing our best to distance ourselves from the cares of the world in our nearly favorite kind of place, a good hotel's club lounge. If things are quiet around here for a bit, blame the excellent and caring staff of Mr. Hyatt's little hostelry...