Rest Day

Being a rest day I took a long walk before breakfast in the Italian Alps where I am currently staying.

I have been training hard of late and want to be well rested for my half marathon this weekend so the walk was a perfect way to start the day. Once back at the hotel I dived in the shower and begun the morning ritual of massaging my muscles and identifying any aches or niggles. The water was steaming hot and I spent longer than normal luxuriating in the fact that I had some spare time

When I finally got out of the shower I was a bit alarmed to see that the bathroom floor was about an inch and a half deep in water. I did my best to mop it up with a towel but as this didn’t seem to be too effective I thought that I should get dressed and ask the maid for a mop. However, as I opened the bathroom door I was greeted with a sight which looked like it had come straight from the Sorcerer’s Apprentice than a small hotel in Italy and stepped into the main bedroom which was at least three inches deep in water. My jeans were soaked, my suitcase was more or less floating around the room and worrying sparks were coming from my laptop (my phone, of course, was floating happily on the eddies as since I have that new bomb proof case it is indestructible – come a nuclear war the only things left will be cockroaches and my IPhone).

There was not a patch of dry carpet, water was trickling out under the door frame and the carpet made a horrible sucking sound with every step. I quickly squeezed water from my clothes, throw on the least ruined jeans and threw the rest into my suitcase.

When I got to reception I looked a sorry bedraggled mess. The receptionist took one look at me and did her best not to giggle, which made me feel even more miserable, so I pulled my best, ‘oh this happens to me all the time…’ face and said, ‘You know, I think there is a leak on the toilet in my room…’ tossed my room key on the desk and hustled out of the door.