Today, having been laughed at for how stupid I look in my ghost tour outfit by a load of American girls, my boss decides to go to the theatre whilst I'm out on a tour, so the office was locked when I got back and had to go home in my costume, riding the tram whilst dressed like goodness knows what. So that was fun.
On the up side, Tescos finally have the proper bread again. I'm not usually bothered about going for British produce and wanting to eat exactly what I would've eaten back home, but sorry, Czech sliced bread is just awful. I need my Warbutons for my toast. Actually hugged a loaf, I was so glad to see it back in stock. Loaves are soft... not that I'm going strange or anything from lack of good toast in the morning.