My word of the week is
Oh my diary is like my life. I know a lot of people put reminders in their phones now-a-days but I still love a good old diary.
I bought a lovely red diary in January from Moleskine. Oh it was a beauty. This photo is of what it did look like because, shock horror, this week I have lost it.
My appointments and the ones for Boo for the foreseeable future (no I wasn’t clever enough to write them on the calendar too).
I am bereft. I feel like I’ve lost my right arm.
I was hoping the loss was something to do with Boo and, with a thorough search of the house (under the settee and everthing), it would turn up.
The only thing I can think of is that it got recycled at work when I was clearing my desk.
I have written before about my terrible time keeping-turning up at hospital appointments a week late, an hour late or, my worst one which was arriving at a Take That concert a week after I should have gone. That was the worst.(Read about it here)
I have no idea what I am going to do. I will probably miss a lot of appointments.
If you know I’m supposed to be somewhere, can you let me know please?