Brythen woke up at 6am, 6:30, 7:05, 7:20 demanding to go out because he has an upset tummy. Had to wash various beds, rugs etc. Eventually at 8am Brythen decides that if he hides in one of the downstairs dogbeds he will not feel sick. Nausea related to altitude or something he claims. Flop back into bed, sleep till 9am, drag self out to walk hounds.
11am Meeting of Doom. To my amazement, since car windows needed defrosting and roads were solid fog, I arrive on time! Possibly mechanic has installed some sort of Tardis circuit in Helga Saab when car was serviced yesterday. I am the only person there.
There aren't even any hotel staff in evidence anywhere I look. I wander hopefully around the bar, calling 'HELLO!' but no-one answers. I am the only person in a Marie Celeste hotel. I consider shouting 'I SAY!!!' like Harriet Vane trying to locate a 1930's telephone, but decide that it would be too embarrassing to be caught at it if there is in fact someone in this hotel after all.
There are Custard Creams laid out in the meeting room though, so I take this as a hopeful sign, and sit eating Custard Creams and reading the notes that I'd intended to read this morning but hadn't. Eventually the meetees, all of them operating on a particularly dilatory form of Cornish Dreckly Time, come draggling in. A hotel employee is sighted drifting past, provoking a discussion on whether she is a current member of staff, or a ghost. Eventually, she turns out to be alive, and brings appalling coffee, and the news that the dataprojector is safely locked in the Special Cupboard, and the owner of the key to the Special Cupboard has gone off somewhere, and will return dreckly. Sigh. We resolve to do without a dataprojector.
Everyone has much much to say, much of it contradictory. Quite often, three people are giving me their considered opinion simultaneously, I attempt to make notes, and wish I had more hands so I could note down multiple conversations at once. Meeting drags on until 3:30pm! I know many people have meetings that long all the time, but I am not one of them. In my world, I consider one hour to be an elegant sufficiency of meeting. More than 2 hours is a long meeting. Four and a half hours is not a meeting. It is a form of group insanity.