Training

How would you like to go away for a dirty weekend?

He looked surprised. Well maybe a little more ambushed as He had just woken up and was stumbling past the shower, where one was indulging in a little quality alone time, on his way to the toilet. A look of suspicion flicked across the whiskers... such a Scorpio

Well you see there's training and one has to go. Work is even paying for one of the days...

Training always seems to fall on days off which means as one isn't actually working they don't have to pay.

Is it on our holidays He asked in a tone of deepening suspicion

No for a change it isn't.

He looked around for the catch

Um... you've always wanted to go to Ipswich haven't you?

No I have not He replied

It's a hotel. It's even got stars.

They're Ipswich stars He shot back

You know since getting together you have become something of a hotel snob. When we met you only had a hazy idea about the difference between a hotel and a motel. And look at you now; quibbling over stars. Anyway it's modern and has more than one story. It's got air-con.

It's going to need it. It will probably be as hot as hell out there He grumbled.

It overlooks pristine parkland

That's because its unclaimed swampland that they can't build on He shot back

Look one will even throw in breakfast. You like hotel breakfasts.

It will probably be a Continental breakfast He sneered. Cornflakes and muesli.

Well at least you will be able to eat. Personally one will be stuck at a conference and gods know how many ways they will find to poison a body.

He wandered over to the computer to look at the pictures and read silently...

What's this queen room He queried in an aggrieved tone.

Ah yes. Um... there isn't a king bed to be found in Ipswich it would seem. Sorry

You are so going to be putting out for this He said

Hey a girl is buying you breakfast

In Ipswich He said with a growl

Sighs honestly He is such a glass half empty kinda guy sometimes