We have thrown everything into a suitcase at the crack of dawn in a state that can only be described as sheer panic. No thought whatsoever has been put into what we needed to take; we just needed to go.
All logic went out of the window. I dread to think what we have taken with us and what we have left behind. There was very little time to think.
All this could have been avoided of course if I'd made a sensible list about what we needed to take on our little holiday to Manchester, and if I'd been a little more organised and not left it all to the last minute, as per usual. This last minute panic could have been avoided.
So we're off. We're heading for the hills, quite literally. We're travelling across the Pennines once again to spend Easter with close family. They'll be some much needed adult conversation, a few restaurant meals and a long-awaited trip to the Trafford Centre for some clothes shopping and a peep at the designer bags in Selfridges.
I shall be making the effort to take my new positive outlook with me and I may start walking everywhere with a spring in my step. I may attempt a polite 'Good Morning' and a friendly smile. There is a possibility I may take up whistling and high-fiving people in the street.
I'm not sharing my chocolate though.
I'm not planning on being that nice.