Everybody hertz

Today's lesson is this: Avoid Hertz. Not only did they manage get the time of the car rental wrong (they'd booked it for 1pm, despite my asking on the phone what time they opened in the morning because I wanted to get as early a start as possible), not only did they book me the wrong car (something suspiciously compact like, despite my asking for the largest car they had available because I had a considerable quantity of stuff to shift), not only did they not have a suitable replacement vehicle on their premise (resulting in a trek to another Hertz halfway across London), but to top it all off we were "served" by a Frenchman with an air of almost comical snootiness. I'm loath to resort to stereotypes of any persuasion, nationality or otherwise, but in this case he was almost architypically rude, in a manner I really didn't believe existing outside of comedic fiction. All in all it was a most thoroughly disagreeable experience, and I can quite honestly say I shall make every effort to avoid renting a car from Hertz in the future (easily done when you don't actually drive).

Thankfully Nicky and Kerry are headed safely home now. Ever better, everything fitted in the car. I really can't begin to say what a relief that was. Over the last week I'd worked myself into quite a tizzy over whether or not I'd be able to squeeze everything in - as I suspect you may have noticed. Now that everything is on it's way back to Edinburgh I feel positively at peace with the world again, able to sit back for a moment and relax - before throwing myself into the minutiae involved in redecorating my flat.

It may just be the calm before the storm I'm experiencing, but calm of any sort is more than welcome right now.