Bit of an incident in the Novotel the other night. The first room I was allocated was very noisy, due to some terrible clanking sounds coming from the aircon system. I was trying to do some work on my laptop and got a bit p***ed off, so reception sent up a maintenance man to investigate. He agreed there was a problem and that I needed a new room, but in the process of admitting him, I had managed to slam the fire door on my finger. I was then left trying to repack all my stuff for the move while stemming a steady flow of blood with tissues from the Hans Grohe bathroom.
All a little messy.
But every cloud has a silver lining. I’d already scoffed the complimentary biscuits in the noisy room before I left and there was another set waiting for me in the new room.