Warning - extremely boring journey post.
Tuesday last week. The 20.46 from Euston to Preston didn't arrive so we were shuttled onto the 20.50 to Wolverhampton and told to change at Milton Keynes where the 20.46 would meet us and take us to Preston. Naturally, when we arrived at MK there was no 20.46 and it was now 21.40. The 20.46 arrived at MK at 23.10 and there were 12 of us on a full sized Pendolino train (free teas and coffees too!). We arrived into Preston at 01.00. The last connection from Preston to Blackpool was at 00.06. Virgin trains bundled me and Edward into a taxi as soon as I got off the train and we arrived at our house at 01.30. This was all very annoying but Virgin went out of their way to make it as painless as possible. And because I was over an hour late I get half my train fare back.

Warning - Really boring domestic post.
Wednesday. The builder finally arrived to look at the roof at 15.30 (I'd waited in all day). He didn't bring a ladder but did bring binoculars. He peered through them and said that some slates were loose and that the seals on the skylight were worn. He couldn't give me a quote for the work but would send someone round with a ladder in the morning to have a better look and give me a price. By 5pm the next day no one had been (I waited in all day again) and I was quite annoyed. I called the builder and he lied to me by saying that one of his workmen had been to the house and taken a good look at the roof but that he had seen him yet to discuss the quote. I finished my call with him and called another builder. He told me he would call round at 9am the next morning to take a look. Guess what? He did turn up (on time), he did look at the roof and he did say he could do the repairs this Monday for under £200. He was hired. I called the original builder and told him that I had found a reputable contractor and I no longer needed him to create a quote. I'm sure I heard him mutter "fuck off" as I replaced the receiver. How rude.