honey i'm home...
drove to sussex and left sons with grandparents.
checked in at 'newick park' the country house (now country hotel) that i used to be a butler at, in my former life.
a birthday present from my parents that had taken us almost a year to find time for.
very stange day/night: time flashing back to my youth and remembering things i'd forgotten.
when i used to work there, everyone working there was from the village.
now most of the staff seemed to be foreign.
it's changed SO much since i was there.
it used to be a beautiful, rambling, shabby family home.
now it's had it's guts pulled out and smartened up.
still.
me and mrs.perou had a fine time sans children.
delicious (painfully expensive) dinner and much chillin' in the most comfortable bed i've ever slept in (that was two double beds wide).
that was until 4am when the fire alarm went off.
i woke up from a dream thinking i was at farm and that our burgular alarm was going (looking for my shotgun).
mrs.perou woke from a dream trying to turn her watch alarm off.
other guests just stood in their doorways wondering what to do.
i said, 'perhaps we should check to see if the kitchen's on fire?'
but nobody moved so i went down alone to find the doors to everywhere, but out, locked.
and shortly after, the night manager came to apologise for the false alarm.
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