![]() Dear Dear, I am here, in the Peak Hotel (since 1961). I havenât been here that long, not quite, but nearly. Dear Dear, I came in on the TK 1980, from London City. I canât remember much of what happened between then (1980) and then (1961), unless I try really hard, it kind of means nothing though it is everything I am. Now I am here, although it is dark, and cold, and rainy, it feels like a good place to be. I have a partial view of the Sea of Marmara and total view of the Pera Taxi Rank plus a large choice of TV channels and free tea and coffee. Though the minibar is extra, it feels like a good place to be |
7th March 2010 |
![]() Dear Dear, I went out in search of delight for you. No joy so far. But in the street filled with music stores and handy graffiti someone offered me a memory upgrade. It came in the form of a free download. How could I refuse? All I had to do was press yes. I accept.
Oh Dear, And I did find a little. Delight. I almost forgot. In a round wooden box. Like it was made for cheese. I hope it is delightful, you know I always aim to please. |