OK, I know I’m about to sound like a right old whinge-bag but I’m going to have a moan.

This ‘lovely’ if slightly scary in a way reminiscent of that creepy film, Sleeping with the Enemy, display of perfectly folded towels and flannels looks quite efficient, doesn’t it? Hmmmmm.

Me? I’d rather the maid who cleaned this room had devoted more time to ensuring the last resident of the room’s pubic hairs had been removed from the bathtub and their head hair off the pillowcase!

Oh and to make matters worse....the decor is beige - that's enough to send any living, breathing human being into a terminal decline!!!!

Yeah – I’m Mrs Tetchy tonight although I’m sure I’ll perk up with a glass or two of the red stuff inside me in the Afghan restaurant we’re about to set sail for. Partly it stems from the above, partly from the fact that this road described as ‘Inner Harbour’ in downtown Baltimore is no-where near any water as far as I’ve been able to ascertain so far. Talk about failing to get the description right!!! Part of my ill humour is also associated with my numb tiredness stemming from a fortnight with little sleep and the last three nights with no comfort blanket (DM). We’ve also been through the mill in as much as we’ve trained 60 ‘executives’ of the company in how to sell and manage a project for our new service and they’re not a ‘benign’ audience in the way that most clients are – at least the clients are polite with their barbed comments.

Tomorrow is the day we come home – well at least we set off for home, arriving in Blightey on Saturday. Wooo hooo. Strangely US customs seem to assume everyone who enters the USA really harbours a secret desire to stay here and is looking for the opportunity to do just that. Let me tell you this is one person who doesn’t feel that way in the slightest – there is no place like home. I will be glad to exit the USA tomorrow evening, not because I’ve had a terrible time – not so at all. It’s just that what I have at home is infinitely better.

As I remarked yesterday, there have been some good/fun things about today too and I’m sure the fun isn’t over yet.

While Sarah was paying the taxi man at Trenton station this morning, I was getting our luggage out of the back of the car and a lady walked up to me and said ‘your presentation on Sunday was excellent – inspiring’. I suddenly realised that the woman I was speaking to and her husband who she was dropping off for a train, were the two folks with the Nikon D70 who’d been enthusiastically asking questions about controlling depth of field after the show at the Flower Show. How cool is that? Me? A ‘well-known’ local figure!!!!!

Now, as I finish this I have arrived back from a fabulous experience in the Afghan restaurant that presidential aids travel all the way from Washington DC to visit. So, yet another example of a great place to go and I was only there because of this job. Strange but true.

My world is one of exotic experiences and things I’d never do at home (I can’t name a single Afghan restaurant in London although I’m sure there must be some). It’s like the Cuban bar in Nice all over again.

Last year I was breaking all the rules by 'laundering money' and the year before I was making the most of a bad event by having dinner with friends.