Most cliche thing happened at the train station as I was traveling down to Newbury. Ran down to the platform so I could hit my change and the train pulls away just as I'm running towards it. Arrived home very hungry and demolished a quick and easy sandwich using whatever I could find in the fridge - mostly some slightly suspicious looking cheddar and some chutney.
Got a chance to give my room a proper tidy. I was especially motivated as Louis decided to use it as a sort of dumping ground, I took one look at it all and committed to a good 90 minute clean. Following that, Louis and I rustled up some burritos for Mum and Dad, made for quite a photogenic spread as it turns out: