So there I am during a two hour booking. The client is lying on his back with a blindfold on, and I have my finger up his bum. Suddenly a LOUD smoke alarm goes off - I look around and the kitchen roll that was sitting on the side has been set on fire by the candles that were scattered across the cupboard. I panic and jump up to smother the fire with a towel, while he suddenly sits up (blindfold still on) going "what's going on". He then takes his blindfold off, runs across the hall naked and wrenches the smoke alarm from the wall - except it is still going off, so he runs to get a dressing gown in case the neighbours come and investigate. While this is all going on there are some loud hooting noises coming from outside so I am thinking "oh my god it's called the fire brigade". When the smoke alarm turns off the hooting noises are still going on, so I am panicking slightly except after I calm down it turns out that this is just noises made from construction work on the local railway line.
As you can imagine - this all kind of killed the mood somewhat...