Going away
The worst things about going on holiday is looking at your alarm clock and discounting it's use, then realising the next time you'll hear it is the morning after you get back, about sixty minutes before you start work.
That and not getting to bed till after 2am, then getting up at 7am, getting washed, dressed and having a final check of everything you've packed and then realising it's only ten past seven, you're completely waaaaasted tired and you've got an hour till your train.
And I KNOW I've forgotten something. I know there's a small mountain of shaving stuff, hayfever tablets, food, drinks, towels and love but I KNOW I've forgotten something.
Just realised I've not brused my teath or packed the tooth brush. SCORE!
Anyway, hope you all have a nice time, I know I'll have a top one. If I happen to die in a lobster attack, tell Harry I love him.
That and not getting to bed till after 2am, then getting up at 7am, getting washed, dressed and having a final check of everything you've packed and then realising it's only ten past seven, you're completely waaaaasted tired and you've got an hour till your train.
And I KNOW I've forgotten something. I know there's a small mountain of shaving stuff, hayfever tablets, food, drinks, towels and love but I KNOW I've forgotten something.
Just realised I've not brused my teath or packed the tooth brush. SCORE!
Anyway, hope you all have a nice time, I know I'll have a top one. If I happen to die in a lobster attack, tell Harry I love him.