0400 – It’s no use, I still can’t sleep and having checked my mobile for the time I realise there’s not much need now. I always get like this when I have to be up early for something I can’t afford to miss. I wish my brain had an off switch and spend the next half hour cursing BMIbaby and their damn cancelled flights
0430 – Him Indoors sits up and checks his phone. He realises I’m also awake and tells me one of his friends has text to tell us to keep a date in June free for their wedding (I immediately get a case of the green-eye monster – why does she get to get married so quickly and more importantly be free from wedding stress by the end of the summer!).
0435 – Don’t want to wake the rest of casa HI so make do with a quick wash of my pits in the sink and haul on my stinky clothes to go for the bus. Realise I’m a bit too early so snuggle up to HI for a bit before he comes down with me to let me out.
0505 – Say goodbye and then look at my watch. How the hell did that happen?! It’s 0505 and the bus is due at 0513. Delirious with lack of sleep I attempt to run to the bus stop a couple of streets away. Get there and think if I had anything in my stomach to puke up right now I probably would. The electronic bus sign says next airport bus not till 0543!! I thought they were every half hour just now, only every hour till 4am? In a panic I text HI the situation, not that he can do anything to help, I just need to panic at someone.
0517 – A big beautiful blue skylink bus appears round the corner and I hop on and do my best to stop my head clattering against the window every time I nod off. Then again, my bird’s nest hair could do with the flattening.
0550 – The airport is the busiest I have ever seen it and the queue for security must have at least 200 people in it right now. I check the departure board and see there are 12 flights leaving in the next hour. Joy.
0640 – Flight due to take off in 10 mins time but we’re missing one passenger who is supposed to be sitting next to me. I wonder if the mystery passenger gets on will I be able to restrain myself from beating them senseless for delaying me further? They eventually get left behind and we take off as I try to find some remotely comfortable position in which to try and sleep.
0800 – We land and, judging by the looks I’m getting from the suited and booted business folk on my flight, I look as rough as a badgers arse and therefore decide I have to go home and shower/eat/die before any thoughts of going to work can enter my head.
0812 – By some stroke of luck I managed to get a bus just as it was about to leave and spend the entire journey trying do decide what kind of fried delight I will have on my way to work later on to wake me up. Decide to be super frugal and buy rolls, milk and some salad and dinner things from Tesco on Ingram St on walk to flat.
0840 – Ahh bugger, afore-mentioned luck has run out and the Tesco is closed for what looks like refurb so I instead grab some heftily marked up rolls and milk from Box Of Delights in the Merchant City and hoof home.
0850 – Bung bacon under grill and grab a speedy shower while trying to work out what the hell I can wear now that I have been moved up to the managers floor at work. Push clothing options to one side of my mind and scoot to the kitchen to begin frying an egg in just my towel (while I thank my lucky stars no one can see in the kitchen window). Slather the rolls in Lurpak (it’s a Lurpak day for sure) in an attempt to soften them (they are bread bricks) and then realise no point eating in my towel and grab the first highly creased semi-smart things I can find out the wardrobe and put them on before tucking in.
0915 – Successfully manage to get bacon fat, melted butter and egg yolk on my blouse during the scoff-fest that is my breakfast and then (before the motivation leaves me) I gulp down a mug of tea and head up to the train station to get a train over to work.
0930 – Look at phone to see how long till next train and see a missed call from Him Indoors mere minutes before. I call him back and am instantly soothed to hear his voice. He says he’s proud of me for not caving in and spending the day in bed and catching up with stuff and says I’ll feel better for it in the long run (not proving to be true just yet).
0955 – Dash into work to find that the usual 0930 meeting was cancelled and that, quite frankly, no one has noticed I’m nearly 2 hours late! Throw a bit of a strop and sit down to see if my mailbox can bring any joy.
1120 – Armed with gross plastic brew tea from the vending machine I try and work out a plan for the day now that I am here and discover I can’t really get on with anything because they failed to connect my new desk to the network and failed to load all the software I need on my new laptop.Genius. So, take laptop to a connected desk and begin this post, read my RSS feeds and try to get some last minute sponsors for my swim of doom this Sunday *shudder*
1205 – Have been playing at working but am seriously getting nowhere. I usually take my lunch at 12 but am still full from the fatfest breakfast. Think some fresh air may wake me up but looks like rain is brewing. Trying to decide if I want to got to the shop where I saw some super cheap glass lanterns on Friday as have spent all weekend thinking about how I could use them as table settings for the wedding.
1230 – Must escape. No work I can do and nobody seeming to care about getting me the connection or software I need (been 3 days now).
1320 – Return from Sainsbury’s with various fruits in an attempt to be relatively healthy and stave off any impending illness before the mighty swim. Know that tonight’s final training session will have to wait until tomorrow given the state I’m in and instead try to mentally jig about my week and try and find a way to get everything I want done and still get sleep/not drown on Sunday. Try calling my brother to see if (as my mum has informed me) he intends staying at shescrafty HQ from Sunday – Tuesday! No answer but would like to know (I’m a ‘need to know’ kinda gal).
1600 – Having spent the afternoon trying to get the various things I need to do my job successfully sorted and failing spectacularly I figure there’s no point working back my hours tonight so finish at 4pm as usual.
1615 – Pop into the shop and find they still have what I want to use for my table settings so buy half of them on the way home (and also managed to smash a mug with my backpack – oops) and just hope they’ll have enough left tomorrow.
1630 – Go into sainsbury’s to get some salad for dinner tonight and call Him Indoors to see if he’s had any luck sorting out M&S today (they STILL haven’t arranged new sofa delivery and we paid for it on NOVEMBER 6^th!!). He says they’re still messing him about and I am thankful he’s taken that stress off my plate.
1730 – Eventually collapse on the couch and try the free popcorn I got sent through the post. Unfortunately it’s butter flavour and tastes rank so will no doubt have to get up and make dinner soon as I’m starving.
1800 – A quick fridge raid later and I settle down to catch up with Dirty Sexy Money and Brothers & Sisters on 4OD.
1910 – Call Him Indoors earlier than usual tonight and find out the replacement couches should be delivered this weekend (we’ll see!) before I put some Union Of Knives (release the new album already guys!) and try and get on with a post for here.
2000 – So tired and so many things I should be doing but the flat is so sunny and hot that I just want to go to bed and kip the night away.
2040 – Refused to let myself go to bed until I at least got a very belated post up on here but now that I have it up. It’s mug of tea and off to bed to read a chapter of my book (The Tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney) for next week’s book group.

Goodnight!