one mosquito, four bites, no sleep ...

bombay barking dogs, noisy indian guest departing in middle of the night

giving poor receptionist man a hard time

poor receptionist man says, with no indian head wobble AT

ALL

which is kind of odd ... maybe reception staff have had the wobble trained out of them here ...

OH, no shouting ...

are you for one minute telling me i'm deaf, methinks

just because you're called in to to your second shift of the day, don't tell me you don't have a good job mr receptionist, in your holier than thou non-smoking, non-drinking ways

are you going to sit there all dark brown and poker faced all night long?

answer me, then?

it's okay.

i've been there. just that i turn on that professional smile when i'm forced to work double long shifts ...

plus, my boy, you have probably a good 15 years more left than me - at least.

night night folks

sleep tight wherever you are.

insomniac for tonight only

Over, but not Out.

Miss Mo (to you lot)

p.s. mr receptionist. i liked the fact that when you arrived all bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, et moi aussi, i fought ... gosh, he's serious, so let's crack a joke. you laughed, innit? well, life in the darkness of night at 0452, has wiped that smile off both our faces ...

If that Mr Bright Sunshine which appears bashing on me winda first fing, i'll poke me own eyes. err, just jokin', like ...

p.p.s. I also made a mental note that you are a friend of The Hotel Manager ... i.e. the friend of the Mr Anil who sent me here in the first flippin' place.

p.p.p.s. Goodbye all you hotel staff of Bombay. Till the next time.