Suffering a bout of modern organization and switching suppliers of thing, which modern life thinks is a valuable use of my time, and modern life is quite wrong about.
On the plus side, as mentioned, I'm several hundred pounds richer on home insurance (really, L&G were serving us a shitburger) and when we (ok, my wife, I don't talk to people on the phone*) called them they told us to fuck off if we wanted a discount.
Dithering over gas and electricity tells me there's really not a lot of difference to what we're paying now, it's like a tenner here and there. That's really disappointing because I wanted confirmation that British Gas were radioactively shite.
And broadband, which BT did respond to a haggle over, but apparently £37 is the best they can do, which is a bit stinky compared to new deals, but of course, do you trust two broadband suppliers, when united to swap your connection, to not fuck it up? Go ahead, make my day.
*it's true, I have a mental disease. I know it makes no sense, I talk to people all fucking day and get paid to do it, but ask me to phone a call centre, and that's it, game over man, game over.