I think I fucked up.
I’ve just got back to London, which is stressful enough, but I realized half way back that I hadn’t eaten anything today. Thus the biggest headache of my life, literally and figuratively.
To make matter worse, because I’m the first on back, we have no food in the flat. Or at least not enough to classify as a meal.
So here I am currently munching on some fish fingers (which I’m 90% sure is under-cooked) whilst I wait for an online shop to bring me food.
Oh wait, the majority of that is food for the event tomorrow. Silly me.
So yeah, I think I fucked up. On the bright side, I don’t have to worry about travelling for a while.