Slipping Already

There's not a lot of consistency in a freelancer's life but there is when I land an Edinburgh shift. My regular morning pattern of Metro, croissant and coffee on the Edinburgh express had to change when I landed two months of work, rather than the odd day. Metro rots your brain, coffee stains your teeth and croissants make you fat.

Here is where I've failed already. My 0700 hour of admin raced past, became the shortest I've endured. The longest 60 minutes would have been one of Mr Rolfe's maths classes on a sunny afternoon, which I usually spent miserably distracted by the fact I was wearing my school jumper to hide my lack of a trainer bra. I would sit like a blonde-topped strawberry until Mr Rolfe inevitably ordered me to take my jersey off, letting my classmates all whisper "surfboard" at me. Oh the joys.

So I didn't have time for breakfast. 0930 saw me at the Cafe Nero counter buying pastry. (:

Sinking into bed last night at 2230 felt great. Still wide awake and fretting at 2330 did not. I suspect lack of sleep might have caused this morning's timeslip and the delectable apricot croissant I succumbed to. Or it might just be that I really like apricot croissants.