London tomorrow. If I survive the alarm clock, shower, hair, dress, make-up, breakfast, NO YOU CANNOT HIT YOUR BROTHER WITH THE WOODEN SPOON, pests' breakfast, WHERE IS YOUR GYM KIT, wash-up, tidy up, BRUSH YOUR TEETH NOW, switch the TV off, no, switch the TV on, run to the car and switch the engine on, WHERE IS THE DE-ICER, can't find my sho-oes, can't find THEIR shoes, what happened to the hairclips, the water is cold, yes I had a shower, EAT YOUR SODDING BREAKFAST NOW, put your coat on, the bus is leaving and I CANNOT TAKE YOU ALL THE WAY TO BEDFORD, have I got change for the carpark, STOP THROWING MINI CHOCOLATE WEETABIX AT YOUR BROTHER...

If I survive all of that.

I may forget to wear my knickers. It happens very regularly.

And I have a cold.

Sod's law.