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06/04/2006: "Fire alarms"

I was in Nottingham over the weekend, visiting my beautiful new nephew. I am frightened to think that my own kids were ever quite that small. It's amazing how you forget. Anyway, I brought the family with me and couldn't impose on my sister, so we booked into a hotel in the centre of town.

Some idiot - probably on a stag party - saw fit to smash a fire alarm at 5.15 am and we had to grab the kids and head out into the street. Mrs W was very quick off the mark and was off down the corridor with the nippers, leaving me to fry. I was struggling into my jeans and looking for my wallet and suchlike.

After the event, Mrs W said that I'd been stupid. You're not supposed to hang around. The fire could have been real. My counter argument was that there'd be little point in getting out alive if you didn't have your mobile, ipod and wallet. This one could run and run.