Sleeping With An Amis
As Brian has blogged we spent Saturday night sharing a hotel room, because we're cheapskates. A number of people have been asking me if he snores, so here's the lowdown: he doesn't. However I was awoken at about 3am by him muttering over-and-over in his sleep,
36 right...12 left...14 right. No!
36 right...12 left...14 right. Damn!
36 right...12 left...14 right. Why?
Oh why won't it open?!?
Are you sure you weren't dreaming this?
Are you sure you didn't have a cat burglar in your room trying to crack open the hotel safe? Maybe they were in the wrong room and the diamonds and pearls they were trying to steal were actually in room 9 - not your room - room 6. Maybe this is a big agatha cristie style clue to a deeper mystery / conspiracy involving hidden blueprints and a plot by the Hun to steal the Crown Jewels and thereby take over the thrown of England.
Or maybe, just maybe, Brian was having a funny dream and I should take my overactive imagination to work before I am late.
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