Urghhhhh. I've got a cold. I felt like dog poo this morning, but I wanted to stay at work as it was LY's last day and I needed to see someone about starting my modern apprenticeship.

Oh yeah, I'm going to start a modern apprenticeship, which should last just over a year, maybe a year and a half. So I might finish it before I get married! When I saw someone first thing, they said I'd have to do Key Skills tests unless I'd done qualifications in Maths and English within three years. For some reason, I had it stuck into my head I did my Alevels in 2000, and that was just over the 3 years, so I was really disappointed that I'd have to do all that extra work for a few measly months. Anyway, I went home that evening and I looked for my certificates, and I realised that I had taken them in 2001, so I'm alright. Wooohooo! A load of work off my shoulders and I don't have to do a stupid test.

So yeah, getting a bad cold I think. My nose is very mucussy and I'm constantly sniffing, and as well as that, my throat hurts a bit. I'm hoping that I'm up to going into London tomorrow, as that's what we've planned. We only planned it today, but still... I hope I don't feel like shit tomorrow morning. I hope it's not as windy as it was last night, because I woke up at least two or three times hearing the wind howling through the window that's never closed properly since we opened it the first day we moved in. Frightened it was going to knock over some of our glass candleware. Hearing our bin fall over in the night. Getting less sleep, cold appearing, and having the "God, I've worked all week, got up early all week, why hasn't the weekend come yet" feeling.

The cup of tea I had earlier made my throat better. Yelling at the telesalesman didn't.

"Hello, Mrs Hunt?"

"No, you have the wrong number, there's no Mrs Hunt here."

"Oh, are you the home-owner?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm so-and-so from such-and-such-a-company, and I..."

"Are you a salesman per chance? I'm not interested in buying anything from you."

"No, ma'am, I'm just doing some research..."

"Yes, I know, and then you're going to ask me if I want a quote and try and get me to buy your goods. I know your game, and I'm not interested. OK?"

I look at the phone, and hit that little red button.

It's going to be much harder to detect telesalespeople once I am Mrs Hunt. But I know they just hear it's a woman who's picked up, and looked at the name they have on file (Jonathan's) and ask if it's Mrs Hunt.

I like yelling at telesales people. And winding them up. It's almost worth keeping our number in the directory and off that non-call list for the chance to yell at them. A good de-stress device. Pity you can't just summon a cold call. Oh well.