Guests Awaited

I wait for visitors whilst The Dog gnaws on a bone. One of those chunky, short bones with a dime-sized circular tube filled with marrow, but about to be hollow.

There had been music projecting from the invisible speakers in my laptop ...

 Where are they, those speakers?

 ...but I can't stand the music anymore. It becomes just a blared noise bouncing off of me rather than being absorbed as music ought to be.  I'm looking for songs to run to and the listening to this music is a vetting project - vetting the songs recommended by acquaintances on facebook.  It is interesting to listen to music that other people run to.  I wanted to comment back to my first boyfriend, after he wrote on my wall, "Any Grateful Dead" that I was looking for songs to run to not sit on the sofa and smoke weed to, but I thought that might be inappropriate for a FB wall.  Even if the music is fit for purpose (good to run to), it is not the kind of music to listen to at your desk whilst you wait for guests.  Running music, when you are not running, becomes almost abusive.

There are four guests, two couples, who are expected. They are coming from London. They are young and adventurous and used to traveling the likes of Ryanair. They like me and think I'm cool and are happy to flip coins to decide which couple will get the sofas and which will get the floor. I like to think (and honestly do think) that they are coming to Madrid to see me; not coming to Madrid with the luxury of a floor and a couple of sofas to sleep upon. They made their travel plans immediately upon hearing about The Man and me. I suspect they feel sorry for me.

I am worried that the couple who gets the floor will smell the fact that The Dog has recently enjoyed a marrow filled bone on their bed.