113. Wrapped Up

I woke up early because our ride to Rome was leaving at first light. They’ve gotten me a limo this time so as I don’t have to sit on a bus any longer. When I got out of bed, everything appeared normal. I didn’t have any more clothes, so I didn’t open my suitcase. Instead, I went into the mini fridge where I’d left some yogurt. It was wrapped in cling film. I thought this odd, but unwrapped it and opened it anyway. My spoon, which I’d left in the drawer, was also wrapped in cling film.

I ate my yogurt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. My toothbrush was wrapped in cling film. My toothpaste was wrapped in cling film. My razor and my shaving cream and my comb and the soap and the goddamn bog roll were each individually wrapped.

It was then I knew I should look in my suitcase. When I unzipped it, just as I had suspected, every item, small as you like, was individually wrapped like flies in a spider’s web. I don’t know how he does it! How does Burbank get in during the night and move about without me hearing? The man is a genius!