They're always the worst, for me, regarding time management.
This morning, I had Counselling; where I was advised to make myself feel safe. However, I ended up going to Magherafelt - this afternoon - just to get stuff from Holland and Barrett; plus Super Noodles at Iceland. Then the hinge for my trousers kept coming off.
I did pull over, on the way home, to drink the fermented lemonade I bought at Holland and Barrett; but Bear Gryls would struggle with it. 
Why do I always portray myself like a sweaty abuser while in public?
