We were supposed to ring the guy who owns the house at 9, to meet him at 10 to give him the deposit we needed to pay, but his phone was switched off, which wasn't great for me as I had my McDonalds interview at 2.15, which was right in the middle of when we needed to check out and when I had work, so I was worried that I wouldn't have time to move my stuff in between. I left my luggage in the room though, and the interview only consisted of about 4 questions (which meant my carefully prepared answers went to waste). I think the fact I'm on a working holiday visa and only here until January means they automatically didn't want to take me into consideration.

It was a bit of a nightmare when I finished work as the guy only had 2 keys for our room, and he didn't think to drop them round when we first moved in which meant that at 1.30 am in the morning, after finishing work, I repeatedly had to ring Alice and Amanda to check they were at the house, with no answer until about 20 calls later. I thought they were still up drinking, so went with my colleagues to a cafe that's open 24/7. I think they were a bit concerned as how I was getting home as Chapel Street is very disorientating and I was on the wrong side of the road to hail a taxi for the way back to my house. Julia and Caroline (both English) were having a week detox from alcohol, but me, Eamah (Irish) and Jonny had a glass of wine and Arnie had a beer. By the time I did get back, they were both in bed, but I decided to stay up a bit later to get to know my French housemates a little bit.