Mishaps and misadventures have a habit of following the Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen when they travel together. Everything was going swimmingly this time. We had checked in to the hotel. They had done us a special rate (as valued and frequent customers). They had given us one of the suites. This is how things should be. And so the Gorse Fox headed off to work, leaving the Silver Vixen to roam Worcester.

It was a quiet day at work. Most people were working from home and so the the office was less that one quater full. GF was able to get on with some presentation material and answer some outstanding emails. All was well. In fact you could argue that GF had been lulled into a sense of well-being and contentment. His iPod was leaking "Ten Years After" into his ears and the sun had just come out. (Can you guess what's coming yet?)

His leg vibrated. This was not a natural phenomenon, but rather the consequence of his mobile phone nuzzling in his pocket. It was the Silver Vixen. 

The conversation went something like:

"Hello there, how are you doing? How was Worcester?"
"Ummmm, well we have a bit of as problem"
A sinking feeling appeared in the pit of GF's stomach "Oh yes, what's that?"
"The hotel have been forced to close until Monday. We've been asked to leave."

The Gorse Fox wondered what the Silver Vixen had been up to to cause such a reaction, but she went on to explain.

"There's been an outbreak of Norovirus, and the men in Bio-hazard suits have just arrived to deep clean the hotel".

And so GF packed his stuff and headed back to the hotel to help pack and load the car and find some alternative accommodation for the weekend.

Ah well... he's now sitting with SV in the Travelodge at Tewkesbury.