Thanks for the extra points, Kath.
Ok, let's see...
He pushed open the door of his room in the new age hotel. 'A normal one would be better', he thought gloomily. The radio in the walls was shrieking: 'Life is a cabaret, old chum'. Barely seeing his way through the dimly lit room, he moved towards a many- layered window to pull open the blinds. 'Cabaret, heh, yeah, right!' he mumbled ironically, at the scene that greeted him.
There's four to be found.
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
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