October 16th, 2003

work

No room at the inn (or my mate's house).

9 o'clock last night Gyrth called to say that he was ill. He left work early, muttering about not feeling too good. By 9 o'clock he was feeling awful. He said I could still stay with him this evening but I'd have to make my own way there. This would be a £40 round trip. I declined, besides, if he's ill, I'm sure he really doesn't want strangers in his home.
So, a trip down to reception revealed that I couldn't stay on at the Alexandra, because they're full.
I have to call the Red House at 10 o'clock to see if they have a room available, after that I'm down to searching for a bed for the night.
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