Wink’s wallet was at the Post Office, where she had forgetfully left it yesterday. So that’s all right. Things usually turn up and we didn’t over-react.
I’m starting to plan for my trip to Italy. It isn’t planning as Dave knows it – he’d have his euros bought, his bag ready to pack and all the rest by now and I haven’t yet opened the envelope containing tickets and inventory. Indeed, I wonder where I’ve put it. My planning is in my mind. I’m mulling over the clothes I might need – does anyone happen to know what the weather might be in Bologna at the end of April/early May? I’m rather thinking, since I’m flying with British Airways, that I might take the luxury of travelling light with no check-in luggage, but that means getting my clothes right. I do have to get stuff planned rather earlier than usual though, as it’s our auction next Friday, I’m going to babysit for Weeza and Phil on Sunday (26th, not this Sunday) and then Weeza’s going to take me to catch the coach on Monday morning. In effect, my best day to do things is Wednesday. Which is a bit early really. Anyway, I’ve made a start – I’ve checked that my passport is where I thought it was. I like to pack everything at the same time, otherwise I fuss that I’ve forgotten something and have to unpack it all to check. I don’t like fussing.
Looking at the final sentence of each paragraph, I realise that I’ve given clues to my Inner Self.