Tempting fate once too often

After my little excursion into satisfied well-being last night, reality obviously decided it was time to intervene and put a stop to all that nonsense. The quiet evening was evidently intended to lull me into a false sense of security, because from around 11:00, the occupants of the room next door to mine launched into what, at various times into the early hours, sounded like a cross between a non-stop argument, a wild party and an orgy. One of them finally contrived to get locked out of the room, or so it seemed, because I was woken, at that stage for about the fourth time, by the sound of hammering on their room's door and shouting. One of the other guests had had enough at that point, and yelled at them to keep the noise down, a reaction greeted by a predictable volley of foul-mouthed abuse. It's quiet again at the moment, so I can only hope that they've either gone on their way, or that they wore themselves out and intend to sleep tonight. I'll doubtless find out in a couple of hours time.
My comments about my relatively pleasant commute have also come back to haunt me - the journey to work this morning was more of a minor irritant, as my first bus was a few minutes late, meaning that I missed my connection and ended up arriving at work at the last possible moment as opposed to the relatively leisurely schedule I'd hoped for, but the journey back to the hotel this afternoon was a nightmare. There had been a serious accident, leading the police to close a main road, which meant my bus had to go on a lengthy diversion over roads that were clogged by other diverted traffic, meaning that my nominal 45 minute journey took the best part of two hours. I suppose the best I can say is that at least I wasn't in any particular rush - I'm sure there were people caught up in the mayhem who were late for work, missed appointments or whatever, whereas all I missed out on was a bit of cyberspace time.
It wasn't quite all gloom and despondency today, though, as I managed to sort some accommodation out for next week, of the sort I've been looking for from the outset - cheap B & B. There is a certain element of risk involved in the place I've booked, because the customer reviews on the website were, to say the least, mixed, but the majority view seemed to be that it was OK considering the bargain basement price, and, in all honesty, if it's got a bed, an electric socket to plug my laptop into and a working shower, that will do me fine.
As if my temptation of fate last night wasn't enough, I spent some time earlier this evening reading an online story of a type that's had a tendency in the past to leave me feeling very down, namely an early teen love story (although still with some sex in it, I have to admit). This one, though, left me feeling happily melancholic, if you'll pardon the oxymoron, a kind of vicarious nostalgia for a past I never had, but which I would very much like to have had. As I've said before, you never miss what you've never had - except when you do.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B