Gaaah packing!
Packing has never been my strong point - packing for festivals even more so. At least I have tent pegs so in the inevitable event of torrential rain at BDs, my tent won't get swept away I don't, however, have any babywipes, food, money or drink and I've lost my Hugoo which is very annoying! If you don't already know - this is a Hugoo:
(Woman not included)
It's incredibly squishy and wonderful for sleeping, which bearing in mind the enorrrrrrmous coach trip, could be a godsend!
But where is the f**king thing?!!
So I need to spend tomorrow doing those last few minute things (like actually start packing ) and print my coach tickets, and give some stuff to the lovely Bruce to take down, and get my parents to drive down with my funky candle thing that I wasted money on and then left in the back of their car.
In the meantime, I have to let the people who built the flat in to have a look at my plumbing (ooer) cos downstairs still have water pouring through the ceiling from...somewhere in the building. And I have to entertain my brothers for the day. They're sleeping on the sofa at the moment and look very cute indeed (except for talking to each other in their sleep which a) freaks me out and b ) makes getting to sleeo very difficult).
And instead of getting on with any of this, I'm pissing about on the internet, as per usual!
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