So I get home yesterday and my stuff is gone. Like, my laptop, my phone charger, my suitcase full of clothing, the dirty clothes in the dirty clothing backpack/rucksack. My toothbrush. The tin of mints by the door.
So I look around and say “perhaps the front desk knows something?” and I call the desk and say “This is Mister Bird in room umpty-ump” and they immediately take on the most apologetic tone of voice in the world and say “Hello, Mister Bird. There was an incident.”
As it turns out, the pipes broke. None of my stuff was damaged but there was water damage to the wall behind the bed, they needed to move me out tout de suite and would I *PLEASE* accept an upgraded room for the inconvenience.
So now I have a fireplace.
That might have been a good enough place to end the story if only it weren’t for the fire alarm going off at just after midnight. I found myself strangling my alarm clock, thumbs pressed firmly against the snooze bar and I realized that the beep was from the ceiling. Which would have been fine if it didn’t take another 10 minutes to stop beeping once they established that it was a false alarm. Which would have been a good enough place to end the story if only it weren’t for the next three times the alarm went off before 6AM.
All that to say: I am sleeping in this weekend. Maybe I’ll catch “She”. Or “Her”. Whichever it is.
So… what’s on your docket?