If you look closely, you can see my reflection -- slightly distorted -- in the teapot in the top photo.
I'm sitting in the hotel lounge and, just in front of me, are two men talking about the price of champagne. To my right, a very blonde woman is leaning across the table, telling someone about her trip to Spain. "I'm probably misremembering," she says.
Through the window, the sky is grey and dark. It's either raining or just about to rain.