Well, I'm back home from my crazed visiting shenanigans, and the hideous lurgy seems to be abating very slightly. I could barely walk today, I was so weak, but now can go up the stairs all in one go. I think it must just be the beginnings of a hideous cold.
Mid dealings with the letting agent for our Tenby cottage. They're so unhelpful. DP asked if there'd be anything in the cottage when we get there, such as tea, coffee, milk, loo roll, washing up liquid, etc, so we could decide whether/when to go to the supermarket. They replied 'as it's a self-catering cottage, we do not provide anything'. And we could almost hear her purse her lips when he asked if they provide beach towels.
Get with the times, lady. Other cottages we've stayed in lay on welcome baskets, wine, organise food deliveries, etc... I'm almost composing my stiff complaint letter already.