We're twenty minutes away from Inverness, on the Sleeper. It's only my second time on the Sleeper, but I do so like it as a way to travel. I can't claim to have had the best night's sleep ever, but lying down for 10 hours is infinitely more comfortable than sitting on a train seat for the same length of time.
I woke up this morning when we stopped at Dalwhinnie, and having had a peep outside ("Why have you done that" muttered a sleepy Mick as I released the blind and flooded the berth with light), I lay here empty headed.
It was in amongst that empty headedness that I realised what I'd forgotten. When we did our resupply parcels last week I annotated the itinerary spreadsheet to say what was in the parcels and what we need to buy. It's not usually an issue, as usually we collect our parcels before or in the vicinity of a shop; we look what's in our food bags and then buy accordingly. This time we're collecting one parcel the day after passing a shop - so we really need to know what's in that parcel.
This morning I realised that the version of the spreadsheet containing that information is still on my computer, unprinted. Why, oh why, did I not email a copy to myself or upload it to Google Docs?
After beating myself up for a while, I got a grip and concluded that it's far from the end of the world. The worst case is that we end up with too much food or find ourselves eating the duplicate elevenses in place of a missing afternoon snack.
Then I came to rummage in my bag and found that my time of contemplation on the subject was nugatory. When I'm convinced that I've left the grill on, because I don't remember turning it off, it always turns out that it is off. Likewise, in rummaging in my bag this morning I discovered that I did print the final spreadsheet after all.
Wonder what it is I have forgotten?
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