Phew, that's a weight off my mind!

When I got my deposit back last night, I got it in cash, because my then-ex-landlady-to-be had been trying to get her bank to send her a cheque book for a month without success. So I just took a lunchtime trip into the centre of town carrying seven hundred and ten pounds in cash on my person, and paid it into my bank account.

I think that's the largest amount of cash I've ever carried anywhere. It beats the six hundred Gareth and I ferried across town during the process of letting the Gallery.

(Over half of it was in tens and twenties, as well, which made it quite a hefty wad. Apparently the landlady's bank had run out of fifties as well as cheque books…)