Remember how I was determined to have a good day? Well it worked until about half an hour ago. A fucking bat got inside the flat.
After 15 minutes of catatonic fear and another 10 minutes of crying to my dad on the phone, I managed to enter the room, open the window, turn off the lights and put a burning/smoking sage so the bat would be more inclined to go to open air rather than staying in the warm room. (Thanks internet.) I checked the room again, turned on the light, beat the curtains to within an inch of their lives, turned on the hoover, made a lot of noise etc. but hopefully it went out. I am still shaking, this hasn't happened in so long and I was never home alone during it before. I need to take a shower and calm down but my night is effectively ruined. I don't know how I'll sleep easy tonight, I hope there isn't one in my bedroom too. I doubt even Sims will help. I knew opening that particular infernal window yesterday was a shit idea, they always find their way in from there. Fucking hell. I really didn't need this but hey, who's asking for my opinion right?