I am woken in a haze by the usual “*knock knock* Fuwuyuan, keyi dasao ma? *two seconds, definitely not enough time to respond; knock knock*, fuwuyuan, keyi dasao ma? *knock knock*” No fuwuyuan, you cannot clean my room, I reply through the medium of not replying at all and lying motionless in bed. For the first time the maid disappears without me having to do anything, and I relapse back into a fuggy and slightly hung-over dreamland. How did I get there, I hear you ask? I guess the situation is pretty self-explanatory (but my first night out in the Jing is worth recounting), my blog title less so. Here are the events of the weekend, in no particular order - though I’ll try and stick to the characteristic chronological.