I hate hotels
The worst type of hotel, in my opinion, is the kind you find yourself in the morning after your house has been gutted by fire. Sadly, that’s exactly the kind of hotel we’re in right now. Smoke alarm went off at 1:30 in the morning. Debbie and I managed to have the kids outside within two minutes. Two minutes after that and nothing could have survived inside.
Nice, huh? Anyway, we’re all ok, everything is insured. It’s apparently going to be six months before our house is habitable. We’re going to be in this hotel for a week or so until the insurance company has found us rented accomodation.
