HL; Special Guest
I arrived in Brighton yesterday for our annual Sales Conference & it was the most beautiful, sunny day so to be told I had to sit in an airless vacuum for 6 hrs with only strobe lighting for stimulation whilst the sunlight was dancing like diamonds on the sea outside, was almost too much to bear! Even worse I realised in my panicked packing that I had forgotten my crucial swimming gear but undeterred I recruited a fellow Penguin (the human, book publishing sort!) to come for a dip with me the next day.
That was at 2am last night whilst we were dancing away to Glee's "Dont Stop Believing" at the gala dinner and it seemed like a good idea. But when my alarm rudely shocked me out of my dreamy reverie I wasn't so sure which was more alluring-the deep blue or the deep sleep? But luckily the sea won over & kitted out in nothing more than undies & high heels (no other footwear with me) RM & I snuck passed reception & fled to the beach! The misty sun shone on the calm water & warmed us as we stripped, ran, ducked & were in! Yes, the euphoric feeling never goes but sadly nor does the stinging, freezing feet syndrome! So back we went & hobbling over the pebbles we wrapped ourselves in the White, fluffy, contraband hotel towels & enjoyed the sea-salt rush -surely the best way to start the day. Ignoring the hoots from cars & vans as we ran back to the hotel in our towels we managed to slip in a side entrance undetected!
Later, seeing the bleary, red eyes of many hungover colleagues we rather smugly enjoyed our brekkie & contemplated if we could commute from Brighton everyday just so we could have the same feeling?!
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