I have the bestest of friends! Treated to dinner by friend number one's parent, a bathtub and a washing machine, not to forget a balcony for the weekend. Change of air for the next two days and bizarre news and encounters all the while.
Funnily, the second bestest of friends whose flat I have conquered for the next two days meticulously marked the contents of the fridge ('this is for a cake'/'this is not for a cake') but failed to mention the bathtub's ghoolish chime. Unless of course it didn't make that curious noise before our acquaintance.