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For a number of years I was self employed as a television engineer so consequently I sometimes had to work into the evening as one does when self employed.
One day I had a call to look at a television in one of the rooms in a 'very posh' local hotel. I was running late that particular day so I asked if it would be alright if I called in the early part of the evening to which came the reply    "That's Fine, the room isn't booked out tonight, so anytime will do!"
I arrived at about 7.00pm and went to the reception desk and explained to a girl who had obviously only just come on duty, what I was doing.    "Oh yes"     she said    "That'll be room twenty two, here's the key, go and let yourself in."     Off I toddled up the grand, wide winding stairs and proceeded to insert the key into the door of room twenty two. I turned the handle of the door and entered the room and immediately sensed a strange presence. I walked along the short passageway which lead to the main room, and to my horror was confronted by the back view of a woman looking in her wardrobe with nothing on but her bra and pants, and a small child who was staring at me with her mouth looking like the entrance to the channel tunnel.
The next few seconds seemed like ten minutes, everything seemed to go into slow motion as the young girl let out a yell...   "Mummy",      the woman reeled round and frantically screamed    "Who are you?"    In a gibbering sort of fashion I said    "Have you got something wrong with your television?" "No"   she answered, grabbing the nearest item of clothing and pressing it up against her front, at which point I turned round, apologising profusely only to see an open bathroom door and a man rapidly lifting himself off the toilet whilst pulling up his pants and uttering the words "What the........"     I backed out of the room still waffling apologies, and hastily closed the door in blind panic and with a face as red as a beetroot.
After a few deep breaths I composed myself and went to explain the predicament to the girl at reception. She looked in a book on the desk and said in a dim, droning sort of voice " Oh dear. It should have been room twenty one, not twenty two. Here's the key."
This time I approached with a little more caution, repaired the television then went for a deserved drink in the bar where I actually then saw the couple at the other side of the room. Thankfully they didn't seem to recognise me.