Early this morning

Czech is an unfamiliar language but the 6.30 am announcement echoing through the rooms was unmistakeable. Then it was repeated in English 'The building is insecure; I repeat the building is insecure. Leave at once. Do not.....'

What happens next is inevitable: first I cannot believe it so sit up considering waiting a bit in case it goes away; then I can't remember the code for the safe; then the flurry of slamming doors becomes complete silence. Off like a hare once everyone else is too, we're all doing the stairs - should I overtake or is that rude? Do I care? Outside sheepish staff explain that steam from the kitchen has upset the building and over-riding its panic takes procedures. We shiver back indoors from the rainy morning and take our revenge on the assembled cereals, order poached eggs (that always takes the chef badly) and eat all the croissants before those who returned to their rooms to tidy up get downstairs again.

What shall I do now? it's still only half past seven and I've breakfasted for a week.