Its been a hecic couple of days. Last night, I was in my room, surfing the net, as you do. There was a buz on the intercom – I’d arranged to meet Charlie so I went to answer it. I had just opened the door when I heard a loud smash from back in my room. We got back to find someone had kicked a ball through my window. The uncanny thing is, if charlotte hadn’t come at that precise moment, I’d have been hit by a shower of broken glass. Spooky or what?

Needless to say, security came and put up some heavy duty plastic, and I got a new window this morning. But I still cant quite get over how spooky it was that charlotte came at precisely the right time.