… the night before a big business trip.
One, go to bed three hours before you need to get up (after copious amounts of booze) and manage only one hour sleep due to the general worry about the next day.
Two, lock yourself out the flat while putting the bins out and have to do a twenty minute walk/run to the nearest friend that has a spare set.
I’m impressed by my lack of panic when I discovered what I’d done, glad I did it last night and not this morning …
Now I’m in the airport and generally calmer since that’s the first hurdle done. Although the reality of what I’m doing, interviewing for a job on the other side of the world, has only just started to hit.
Never mind, the wine will calm that down.
I’ve already been scolded by airport staff for drinking at 7:30am in the morning, she was gone before I could explain that somewhere else in the world it’s half nine at night