Ahem. Back to maturity.
This trip makes me feel oh so grown up- it's almost frightening. Gone are the days when all a trip entailed was packing your teddy and making sure you went to the toilet before setting off. God I miss being 15.
Now though, there's most definitely Shit To Do before I depart.
The list currently boils down to:
- Find wallet -Urgency rating 4-
- Shave -Urgency rating 3- (it's getting a bit out of control)
- Wash the flattering clothes -Urgency rating 1- (I can just look a bit crap, no? It's the West Midlands, not Milan)
- Pick out a book for train journey -Urgency rating 5-
Which is all doable. However that all pales in comparison with the prospect of booking and attending a doctor's appointment to find out just why I've lost 10 kilos in the past 6 weeks. Quite apart from anything if I don't stop this I'm going to have to replace all my trousers, which I can't afford by any stretch of the imagination.
Might skip out on item number 3. I'm going for 3 days (ish) after all, and I only own 1 outfit in which I look anything approaching passable.
Of course there was item 5, buy a new shirt which will allow me to pull off the perfect combination of sensually intellectual and cheeky cuteness. However, like the Holy Grail, that is a quest which man has been on for aeons, and I'm thinking that both might have entirely mythical goals.
The current outfit I look 'good' in is less 'sensually intellectual' and more 'wannabe rent boy,' plus it's definitely no good for cold weather.
Perhaps the SO would not object to a nice sweatervest?
I know, I know. Pigs might fly.
P.S. I'm currently crushing on Katie McGrath in a big way. She even has the accent. Just FYI.
