It's Sunday night and I'm sitting here with a vaguely horrible feeling not unlike the one I used to get when I was 12 and forgotten to do my homework or study for a test on Monday.
I wonder what it is I've forgotten. I only hope it doesn't result in an angry email or text message because I've forgotten to meet someone somewhere. Next to having a pigeon fly into my face, one of my worries is that I'll unintentionally stand someone up.
Tomorrow, I shall know.
So what was it...?
That was the night I should probably have started baking my biscotti, instead of waiting until Wednesday evening and getting into a wild panic.
But everything turned out okay in the end :)