His life seemed to be one continuous stream of disappointments.
Some people say that life is full of disappointments. If anybody knows how true this is, he does. For him, his entire life has been one thing after another; an endless string of things going wrong. The latest ignominy was when they sent him here to this place. He didn’t like it. He wanted to stay in the house. He was comfortable there. He could have taken care of himself; he told them that, over and over again, but they wouldn’t listen. They kept saying that a home is the best place for him.
So, here he is, wriggling around in an uncomfortable bed and looking around at a room that he really didn’t like. They said this was the best they could find. He had grave doubts about that! On top of it all, just to make matters worse, that potty woman in the next room was playing her horrible brass band music again.
All of a sudden, it stopped.
In fact, the whole place went eerily silent. Something must have happened. He struggled out of bed and got into his dressing gown and slippers. Out in the hall, he listened for a bit. Not a sound anywhere. Every room he passed was empty. He soon found that the whole place was empty. He made his way along to the common room. Nobody there!
He stood thinking for a minute. Maybe there had been a fire alert and he hadn’t heard it. Maybe everybody had to evacuate the building. That would explain it. If that’s the case, where did they all go? He went to the notice board, there should be something there about where the muster point is. No, but he spotted the death notices. He squinted at it shaking his head.
They’d spelt his name wrong.