groundhog

This must be the fifth morning in a row that I've been woken up by Mum wanting me to relay a message to my Brother-in-Law that the guest accommodation at her place is unavailable. Each morning I have to tell her that I know and that he and the family have booked a hotel in Hickstead, nearby.
"Hickstead?!!" Mum screeches with incredulity. This is news to her.

We will have the same exchange at least twice more today, if today plays out like the others.