Premier Inn Gatwick Crawley Town West
Travel Blogs from Crawley
... still whiff of essence of Gerri.
When we had checked in the police and the dog had gone. Whether they found what they were looking for or had just gone home for tea I don't know. I got the feeling it was some sort of show of strength with the escalating Syrian situation.
This stupid blog, which is supposed to automatically ...
... to go home.
The fun starts here.
I took a bus going the opposite direction to what I needed, so I walked around not knowing where I was, until I ended up back the at stop I took the bus from. Crossed the road and took another one into Trafalgar Square - where my bus leaves from.
Hopped on my bus, and this guy (clearly drunk) sits next to me. He just starts talking! I think he thought I was listening! I has my music in and was ...
... They were watching daytime TV, chain smoking and the drink of the hour happened to be Stella Artois. It was a scene out of a cable tv documentary. How people live like they did in their house is a mystery and I came out of it wanting a long hot shower.
The inspector told me lots of horror stories but also how people react to her and her work. There are some really twisted people out there. One woman dunked her hamster in a cup ...