Rewarding myself for phoning Virgin Media.
It's never a particularly pleasant experience.
I'm normally rubbish at sounding annoyed on the phone,
but today the man sounded a little bit scared.

Hopefully that's the last time I'll have to phone them anyway... then again, I've phoned them about the same thing 4 times already and each time: nothing.



Going to Falmouth tomorrow with Harry. A 12 hour round trip on the train, with only 2 hours actually there to help him move in. I can't say I'm massively looking forward to it, but at least I should get lots of reading done.

We packed some of his things last night. There was an incident with a ginormous spider, but thankfully we were doing the kitchen stuff so as my mum leapt onto the sofa, she could throw me a saucepan to catch it with. Good job, too, I don't know if it would have fit in a cup.