20 April 2016, 9 am
I have made it all the way to London Paddington with my cardigan on inside out. Regular commuters look out for one another, of course, but only so as not to miss an opportunity to snigger and tweet, so nobody tells me how embarrassingly obvious it is that I was not conscious when I left home this morning. To be honest, I also feel like my brain has been installed upside down. So all I need is to discover my shirt’s on back to front and my mortification will be complete. Oh.
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