The Dust Bowl
The next morning, we both woke up fed-up. The Mandara Spa bitch screwed up our moods, the swim didn't go well, the towel return was tougher than tough, the cockroach goodbye sequence was less than appetising, the TV was darned boring, and we had to forego room service. What could go worse?
Ok, pretend I didn't ask. Too late.
I flipped the blanket and guess what?
There was SNOW. Oops, I meant DUST.
The bloody the blanket was a dust bowl.
Cleanliness has really gone to the dogs.
And no prizes for who (not me!) ended up with a sensitive nose, excessive sneezing, and a hyper-active "muar-chee" (mucus) factory.
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