It was going to be a quiet weekend. My parents came down to see us. They were sleeping in the spare room which is right next to ours.
At 5am we’re all woken up by an almighty crash. A patch of ceiling in the spare room has decided that it is tired of being a ceiling and it wants to be a floor. Luckily it wasn’t a section over the bed or we might not be able to laugh about it the way we are currently doing.