Oh no you didn't....

It serves me right really after my moaning yesterday about having to go down to London because I had pre-bought my train fare. I  got up, got dressed, hair went perfectly - should have known then, nothing goes perfectly without a price, left the house promptly at 10am as planned and walked the usual 20 minute walk to the train station, leaving myself 50 minutes to get there in the snow.
Arriving at the station, I made my way to the ticket machine to punch in my 8 digit reference number in order to collect my ticket and low and behold it asks me for the card I purchased the ticket from. The card that in this very moment I realise it sitting on the coffee table in my living room an hour away. I have 8 minutes until my train leaves. So much for being "responsible" and leaving my credit card at home. Needless to say the girl at the kiosk was useless and I made my way home, rejected, with the intention of starting again on Friday, my next available day off work.

I have made good use of my time though, I made Betty Crocker Brownies that went horribly wrong and watched American Psycho to release my impending inner Patrick Bateman. I now feel slightly unwell but all can be forgiven (I mean I can forgive myself for my Monday serial mishaps), because I have been doing more research on jobs within the vintage fashion field AND I have arranged two flat viewings within London this Friday, much to poor Kev's dismay as he will not be able to assist me.

So Monday is coming to a close now, it wasn't the day I'd imagined or hoped it would be but it hasn't been a complete waste. I have still managed to do things I would not otherwise have been able to do had I been at work today.