I've calmed down quite a bit. Sorry for throwing the toys out of the pram. However, it can be easy to spit the dummy out when it feels like no one is helping you get into your wee flat. Actually, the Korean that works with me sorted out a locksmith, which strikes me as excessive, but was very nice of her nonetheless.

Some parents came into the office looking for books or something. They were trying to speak to me in Korean, which I would have no idea what it means, even if I was not in a semi catatonic state. I honestly feel like today has been lifted out of a Bernard Shaw play. Ah well at least I am seeing the funny side now.