We were torn from deep sleep at 4.30am by the fire alarm!
It stopped after thirty seconds or so, and I was content to think it was a false alarm and go back to bed. Wilson, though, had other ideas; he grabbed his (well, my) VISA card and rushed down to reception, where he announced 'I'm not having a Good Night, and nor is my New Dad — I would like to claim my guaranteed refund, please!'
The receptionist was very apologetic, confirmed that it had been a false alarm and refunded the price of our room without question.
Wilson seemed very happy when he returned to our room, punching the air and shouting, 'Result! I may spend our refund in Duty Free on the ferry tomorrow!'
Then he jumped into his bed and was snoring again within seconds.
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