Things are getting seriously grown-up

I went to the bank today and took out £1000 to cover my new flat's deposit and a month's rent. Instead of fleeing in terror from cheap-suited snake-oil sellers, I was trapped and stayed to listen, before gravely moving some of my book money from an ISA to a fixed-term deposit. It means I'll get enough interest to buy a second-hand Wordsworth Classic rather than actually owe the bank money somehow… all very scary.