The other day I walked the corridor, on my way to my room which is furthest away and inwards, at the darkest corner just above the busiest street in the city. Hmm… now that I think about it, it’s probably an underlying message hidden behind the reason why my room is the one furthest away. — Well. As I said, I slid down the corridor, whispering a cheerful melody, and was on the whole quite happy with my day. Suddenly I hear the unmistakable sound of a wet one. A stinker of magnitude. In fact, for a few seconds, I thought it was a very wet…