Houston, we have a problem

As surreal a start to the day as any. Up at 05:00 as always, I crept downstairs to do Internet things. I then heard odd scuffling noises and to my horror an array of shady hostel-dwellers began emerging from the gloom, coughing and leering.
I recoiled and made for a cosy nook by the fire, and was just embarking on a sketch of a huge, glorious cat lying there, when an almighty 'Oh f_ _ _' sounded from outside.
Somebody has driven into our trailer and sort of, re-arranged it.
Do avoid Houston International Hostel if possible.