Mouse is on the road again...

Hey hey! Or should that be Hej hej!  Miss Mouse is back on the road! No more silly travel ban.

It's been okay - sort of - doing my job by telephone, conference call and e-mail but there is just something missing - there is something about looking people in the eye, sharing a coffee, sharing frustrations, being able to laugh at the complexity of the Cheese Ordering process and working together to try to make it just a little bit better.

The other aspect of travelling is, well, the actual travelling.  Having two hours of literally airtime, up in the air, as opposed to Mouse Radio, gives my brain a bit of exercise.  Sure, sometimes I read a book - Mouse Mystery is my favourite - or I have a little snuggle sleep, but I also get to think, think and just think some more about how to make the ordering better for the Farmers.

And this also leads me to think about hotels I have stayed in.  I always used to stay in the same one - The Hilton - which sounds very posh but was actually just nice and clean.  Once when I turned up, there was no booking for me and I had to go to a different hotel - that was a RISK - what if there was no cheese? the beds were not nice? or no bath to have a lovely Mouse soak at the end of a busy day?  I found another one though and it's super 70s decor was quite fun. Once, however, I had a nasty shock when I opened my hotel door - a different hotel again, because I was over when a big trade fair was taking place and the usual haunts were all booked up.  The hotel room was small. The view was of a yard. The room was hot and the pipes were noisy.  But that wasn't the problem. There, on the bed, staring at me, were...

...THESE THREE.  Just sitting there.  Just like that!  I was thankful that they weren't cats, but they still scared me out of my fur.  They explained to me that they were for sale and placed there to encourage guilt ridden travellers to purchase them for their children, to compensate for their absent parents.  However, to be placed out in the open in a hotel room where, well, anyone can stay, puts them in a very vulnerable position. You wonder why they are huddled together?

I am travelling back to Sweden next week and I'm trying out yet another new hotel.  This one promises breakfast AND an evening buffet! I have it on good authority from a colleague that the buffet is A-OK, and it is very close to the OST shop just in case I get nibbly.  For those of you who don't know, OST means...

...CHEESE  :-D

Big Cheesy Love
Mouse xx