Ok, things just got really, REALLY weird (and awesome).
So, I had planned on having ballincollig and danglingdingle come and stay with me over my birthday weekend. However, because the Icelandic volcano broke the sky over Europe, sadly they can't come :( Happily, alilacia is still coming to see me on Thursday, and on Friday we'll take a trip over to the Maritime Museum at Greenwich :)
But, to cheer myself up and because I've got some time off work, I decided that since I couldn't have my friends come and stay, I'd go off for a little jaunt by the seaside. Yesterday I rented a cottage right on the beach in Devon - how lovely, yes? So, today I called the number I'd been given to arrange to pick up the keys on Sunday, and left an answerphone message. When I got home and checked my emails, I had one giving me all the necessary details. Do you want to know who it was from? DO YOU??? I THINK YOU DO!!!
OMG I AM SO, SO VERY UNSURE OF THE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND NON-REALITY RIGHT NOW (yes, capslock is necessary).
tl/dr - I HAD AN EMAIL FROM WILL TURNER AND I'M GOING TO STAY IN HIS SEASIDE COTTAGE...