Signaling the mafia

The daily debate: hot shower with low water pressure, or lukewarm shower with high water pressure? 'tis a serious problem I have waking up in the morning. This austere privilege between two showers may perhaps be a curse in disguise. The battle usually begins the moment I wake. However, in complete and utter laziness I usually select the closest bathroom, only to regret it when cold water appears from the heavens. This has been happening for the last four mornings. Tomorrow I will make the change, I promise. But then again I said that yesterday too and it didn't happen.

My Bed and Breakfast is located a few houses down from a church. Yesterday I was speaking to my cousin Simon and drifting off from the distance came these beautiful sounds of the church bells. I thought it may have been for a special occasion as the bells continued to ring for the next 10 mins. But then they rang for another 20 mins and then another 45mins... They just kept going and going and going and going. So I decided to investigate. My inner Sherlock Homes only took me to my window; I gazed out of it and then resorted back to my warm, humble abode. So much for thinking I had the potential to be a detective. I came to the conclusion that the church had been haunted by a multitude of Gastleys. But that's just my suspicion. The bells rang for exactly one hour beginning at 7:15pm and ending at 8:15pm. I asked Richard from the Bed and Breakfast what the bells were for. According to him it was someone practicing 'the ringing of the bells'. Right.... But who? I think the priest would have had enough practice ringing the bells over his 80 years. And for a whole hour? I highly doubt it. I think it was a signal for the mafia or some odd individual training for the olympics. You don't know.

So alas the mystery lives on.