Got the 7.45 train to go and view a flat that we really liked and wanted. We'd got as far as Bath when we had a phone call to say that the landlord had decided to move back in so it was off the market. Gutted.

Made another viewing appointment, a few phone calls, had a ginormous almond croissant, strolled past Jeremy Corbyn.

Back to Oxford, tried not to fall asleep, then G went to London for the evening and I went back to my mum's for the night. Met Selena on the train from Reading, and Harry at the station.