So. I panic I won't get on my flight.
I panic the house isn't clean.
I panic I haven't done everything I need to for the animals.
Welcome to the "pre-London trip" panic-fest!
And PS. They got f-ing snow in London. A whole centimeter. And they're now panic-stricken.
Time to feed the mouse, he's talking to me.....Henri tells me when he's run out of food with little mousey chirps.
I am losing it aren't I?
Listening to: "It Snowed" - Meaghan Smith