One: I had to exit the last flat under a cloud of ignominy and plaster dust. I'd managed to patch up the scorched wall with spackling paste, but apparently there is a reason builders don't use that as the sole construction material on a load-bearing wall. Something to do with the entire building collapsing when it isn't properly reinforced, etcetera etcetera.
Fortunately, no-one was hurt, and the only thing seriously damaged was my contents insurance premiums -already sky-high, after people kept breaking in to 'defeat the monstrous beast' and then making off with things as souvenirs. Not that a television is exactly an appropriately poetic representation of fighting a dragon, especially not when I was planning on watching Top Gear.
Two: I went to Latitude Festival in Suffolk. It was fantastic.
My vegetarianism, however, was sorely tried by the delicious looking sheep on the campsite.
No amount of tofu can compare. Sigh.
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