I should be packing. I should have at least made a start. Three week's worth of underwear, base layers, woolly hats, gloves, shorts, flip flops and swimsuit all need finding, washing (not the flip flops - I'm not completely stupid) and putting into a packing pile. And trousers. I will pack some of those too. Instead I have googled blue whales and painted my nails. The last few days in work before a holiday are tough. I can't sit still and drink far too much tea. I have had to resort to listening to music so I stop wittering to the chap opposite me. I feel sorry for him to be honest. I think he might well move desk while I am away. Three working days before I break-up for my 'big birthday' holiday in Iceland and just six sleeps (call it five - who sleeps the night before flying?). I stood in my bedroom before...with every intention of rooting out some clobber and maybe even dragging out at least one suitcase. However, I just tried my hair in a bobble (nope...it doesn't work), got into my PJs and pottered back downstairs for another brew. CTRL C CTRL V for the next few days.
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