Monday morning.

I travel to work.

I have a bag which contains my bus pass, a little money, a head band (accident), a skanky comb (intentional) and my house / work keys.

That is it. All. Just these items. No:

- script
- props
- over-done make-up
- scratchy hair grips
- essential for being on stage Ribena
- costume elements
- shoe elements
- diary (ooops)
- box containing a small evening meal (as I shall eat my evening meal at HOME at EVENING TIME)

And no "reference four point zero six point treble zero one double zero six" batting fretfully at the edges of my head.

Clearly, I don't quite know what to do with myself.

But don't worry for me.

Idiot starts the packhorse act again tomorrow.