Imagine you reach into your fridge for the milk bottle at a critical moment (say, there's a cup of hangover tea brewing in your mug, or the half-made bechamel for your we-might-not-have-a-flat-but-we'll-always-have-cheese macaroni is busy congealing in a pan) only to find that the milk is past its use-by date. What do you do? Give the bottle a cursory sniff, recoil in horror...
1. Visiting the Olympics. 2. Watching the Olympics. 3. Talking about the Olympics. 4. Volunteering at Fringe by the Sea. 5. Hunting for a dog-friendly flat with a garden and a dishwasher. 6. Planning and executing Blonde Bridesmaid's hen do. There's a decent chance I'm still drunk. 7. Sleeping on early morning trains. 8. Hunting for a dog-friendly flat, garden and dishwasher optional. 9....
It feels like forever ago that I was playing with flowers, tramping about fields and pretending I had a clue how to be a stylist. I've lost all concept of time. It turns out that completely changing my daily routine has had more of an impact than I had expected. I knew it would be a change - that was the whole point...
"To be honest, I think commuting for four hours every day will be a blessing in disguise. I'll have so much time to write while I'm on the train." - Me, last week. Hahahahaha. Haha. Ha. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. ...
