What a drag today was. The weather was dreadful, the hubby is in London on business and I am having a really weird day. Not as weird as the hubby's day though.
I drove him to the airport last night and he was already very tired. There was a huge storm over Germany the past two days and an aircraft almost crashed upon landing. So I was a bit afraid with him flying etc. He did text me after he arrived safe and well. The hubby checked into the hotel and after he had gone to bed the firealarm went off. He said it was no fun running out of the room in your underwear along with a class of sixteen year olds also in their underwear because a towel was burning in someones room.
We were joking that under normal circumstances he should have wished for the Swedish female Beachvolleyball Team in their underwear but he was too tired for that joke :). Glad he still got a roof over his head all he wanted was a bed.
Hotels do creep me out a little though. A couple of years back we were on vacation in Tunesia in this lovely hotel but the door to our room would have to be slammed shut. One night I was waking up and saw a stranger standing in front of my bed. I screamed my heart out. My then-boyfriend woke up screaming like a little girl too before realising that it was a hotel employee in the hotel's uniform. He entered the room because he found our door left ajar. To my horror we had been sleeping with all our belongings in that room with the door open....Luckily it was all still there.
Have you had anything like that happening in a hotel?