So it seems the previous occupant of my room to be is being a complete arsehole about her contract and I can’t move into the room until Tuesday.
Given the fact that she’s left the entire room in a state my mother would call slovenly (tampons on the floor, litter everywhere and a box of dead crickets to feed her pet lizard in the cupboard) and she’s not in it, it seems I’m stuck with the couch in the spare room for the moment.
A & E are being very good about it but it’s clear they are embarrassed by the situation.
But it is good to get out of the hotel. I’ve spent too many nights sleeping in impersonal hotel rooms, with a maid going through your stuff every day. I value my privacy.
The sofa is killing my back however.
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