This morning I left the house without my (essential) Palm thingy, and my Oystercard. Got as far as the station before I realised, and missed the train going back for them.
I then got on the wrong branch of the District line, and didn't even notice until two stops too far gone to change, and had to go back. Half an hour late for work as a result, and it's only Monday. And I'm 33.
Bloody hell. God help me by Friday, I'll barely be able to remember where I live or what my name is, it's basically all I can think about at the moment. It really, really reminds me of that week in May '97, but this time it's all positive, not nerve shredding terror.
I am very busy at the moment (but not too busy to post on NSC I suppose!) - which helps to pass the time, but I have a Palace and WHU fan sitting next to me, so it's pretty difficult to put it out of my mind.