Well, I left my handbag on the bus home today. Fucksticks! I realise I've done this as I'm walking up my road - then decide to leg it after the bus. So I'm kicking off my shoes and sprinting barefoot along Bristol Road in my work skirt and blouse, while the strictly necessary couple of drivers toot their horns at me or say, 'steady up, darling.' Fortunately my running speed is slightly faster than the Bristol Road bus at rush hour, so I flag the dude down desperatly at some traffic lights.

It's amazing what you can achieve under pressure.

Also, the first book for my hypnotherapy course arrived today.