It felt weird being in winch again, in our strangely empty echoey house.

We got up and had pastries and watched the other half of the film we started in our pj's. It felt like we were on holiday. The landlord text us to say our house was fine and we would get our deposit back so all we had to do was take the charity bags into town. It seemed like such a simple task until we realised we had our massive bag, sleeping bags and 4 bags of charity shop things AND it's boiling hot. Yeah, it's safe to say we died.

Photos into Jessops, lunch by he cathedral, keys back to estate agent, pick up photos, soya latte (only just found out they do these! exciting times), train back.

The normal 45min journey from winch to home ended up taking me a total of 3 and a half hours. Our train got stuck behind a broken down train... Rosie and I were in the hysterical stage of tiredness, which is never good in the quiet zone part of the train. I had a shampoo spillage related disaster in my bag (there was also a water spillage), lets just safely say I found the whole thing HILARIOUS. We played cards in between the laughing.

Came home and we had another BBQ.