Before going to sleep for the night, Colin got up to go to the bathroom. He walked across to the door on the left of the room, opened it, and walked...onto our small porch. In his underwear. Much to the surprise of the guests who were reading on their adjacent porch. He walked back in, smiled, said, “that's not the bathroom,” and walked through the door on the right of the room. We have now officially been moving around a lot.
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