One evening, many years ago, when I was living in Johannesburg, I was sitting talking on the phone when I saw movement on the side of the house where no one ever walks. Next thing I know, this blonde woman, not bad looking and nicely dressed, walks into my house. Past me and my housemates, into my bedroom and climbed into my bed and promptly fell asleep.
A few hours later she got up, walked around the
house a bit, and realised she didn't know anynobody. She introduced herself as Dr
Conneley and seemed somewhat embarrassed. We told her it's fine, we
don't know her either. She went back to sleep in my bed. My one housemate was out, so I slept in his bed instead.
morning she woke up and realised she was so drunk the night before, that she walked into the wrong house one street away, and promptly left.