It’s occurred to me that I’m probably not divulging particularly great clues about my location – my friend John, for example, who is normally quite good at this sort of thing, thinks that I am at RAF Northolt. Which I am not.
So let’s bring everyone up to speed.
- on Wednesday, when I was at the Red Desk, my HTC thought I was in Hillingdon
- if you follow me on Twitter you will also note that I queued for a seat and a G&T after leaving said desks.
Moving on you know that I went by bus to a capital city this morning. I stood on a carpet which is famous for being big, saw some big chandeliers and visited a hotel which was expensive to build.