Marvel at the sightseers. Be amazed at the people who look out of their rooms at the crowded car park below. Be astounded at those eventually coming down the fire escape stairs laden with their packed suitcases.
And now, I'm back in the hotel room, thinking that it just isn't worth going back to sleep. So I'm sorting out the things online I normally do in the morning when I get up (Gmail, LJ, Telegraph, Aardvark, Stuff, Netfunny) while a bath fills with water. Then it will be pretty much the same as any other morning, except an hour or so earlier.
It will be an action packed day, with a day of work, a lunch date, a trip back up to Merseyside, an evening meal with the church council and a night with Viv. I didn't need a four o'clock start.