"It's nice to wake up every morning to a different view," I said.
"You should have slept around more in your 20s," said Ailz
"Lots of bedrooms, lots of views."
This morning we can see a wooden fence.
We're in Warrington. The room has paper that's peeling, and a cold water tap that coughs and squeals . The corridor leading to the room is in the process of being redecorated.
It's friendly hotel. Informal. People talk to one another. Many of the guests- mostly single middle-aged men- are long term residents. One of them lit up a joint in the bar last night.
They have this great little machine in the breakfast room where you put bread onto a conveyor belt that carries it slowly past a blazing filament and drops it off as toast.
It's snowing. "Yeah," said one of the girls as she came on duty, "Snowball fight! Lets go get Abdul."
(Abdul works in the kitchen.)
From the sounds that followed it seems that they went and got him.