Nightingale My small room, in Justin "James Hotel" in Wimbledon, was not en suite, once I started to worry there was no end to it. Two pints of beer dehydrated me and caused me repeated urination. I couldn't sleep well, and then came a text message on my cellular phone from Japan, where it was at noon and 8 hours ahead of the UK. Here it was three o'clock in the morning! Then nightingales came to sing right outside of my window.