This feels like the start of a day of shit. I ought to be excited about my trip to Bradford to go to the Wakefield tulip show, but instead of feelng excitedabout seeing pretty flowerrs, it's just reminding me of what I don't have. I suppose when it cokmes to making other plans about my life I probably ought to go for the worst case scenario as it seems a more sensible way to plan for the future.
And I'm going to be late for work, too. At least I got a good night's sleep.