Leaving

I would like to tell you how I was packed and ready to go in almost no time and how I got a full 8 hour sleep in before getting up refreshed and leaving on time with 2 neatly packed baskets.

But that’d be lying.

I wasn’t at all ready for anything and I didn’t sleep and apart from the baskets I also had a backpack and a shopping bag for extra stuff I couldn’t fit in the baskets but didn’t want to leave behind.

But.

Against that, I did pack and change the water in the aquariums and water the balcony and kind of clear up the kitchen* and the sitting room and sweep most of the flat and attempt to open and save my tax return** ..

..and I even showered.

I left later than I wanted to and then had to go back for my helmet. (Which I embarrassingly only noticed I wasn’t wearing because I wasn’t wearing my gloves and my handlebars felt weird.***)

But.

I still got to the bus on time.

Or at least: I got to the bus before they stopped letting people onto it 🙂

And I wasn’t the last one to arrive.

The lady who arrived while they were hanging my bike on the hooks thanked me for getting her the extra time she needed to be able to catch the bus 🙂

What more can you want?

Yeah.

Ok.

Sleep’s important too.

Zzzzzzzzzzz

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* kind of cleared up is basically an extravagant way of saying I emptied the table by piling things closer together on the work surface..

** the tax office loves playing the we’ll-delete-everything-you-haven’t-opened-in-a-while game with me. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose by a few days or, occasionally, minutes. This time I’m destined to lose because I couldn’t find the letter with the new secret code in it.. *sigh*

*** my gloves live in my helmet