Orchestral Maneuvres in the Dark

Finished off my Manali-Runny with a bit of a celebratory session. It was terribly loud - cheerfully almost - with several different movements, both minor and major. The base echoing through the bathroom, the spluttery ones fizzling out, the strong trumpety ones possibly the cause of a bit of a stir in the quiet midnight bedrooms. I was assuming (and dearly hoping) I was doing this in the relative safety of complete anonymity, when Sarita asked out aloud - concerned yes, but (I thought) entirely unneccessarily - whether I was alright and if I needed toilet paper, and fatally mentioning my name.