I set my alarm at 6.40am this morning and I was so, so tired when I left my warm, cosy bed.
By 8.02 I was on the train to Falköping and an hour later I changed from train to bus. As I was making myself comfortable in my seat the first phone call arrived. Someone was almost crying down the phone. Turns out that the gym I was travelling to was burgled last night!
We agreed I would go to my hotel in Tidaholm and await further information.
I arrived at the spookiest hotel I´ve ever been to. At 10am the reception was closed for the day (!) and I entered with a code that I had received at the time of the booking. My key was waiting in a white envelope on top of the reception desk. Except from me, the whole building was empty, or at least that´s the impression I got. Long, dark corridors and an elevator without a window... I´ve seen enough horror movies to know when the audience goes:
"NOOOOOO, don´t go in there, you stupid, stupid person!!!!"
I was seriously contemplating how on earth I would be able to sleep in that place... Pictures of little twin girls, "REDRUM" and an insane Jack Nicholson were running through my head.
Second phone call arrives: Turns out that the burglars not only have stolen stuff, but also caused enough destruction to make it impossible to work in that gym for at least 2 days.
So, 2h after arriving in Tidaholm, I´m on the train back to Gothenburg.
And that´s how I ended up with half a free weekend at home! Just when I needed it most. Weird how life works sometimes, eh?