Once A Year
Well, today’s the day. It only comes once a year and I hate it. I do not enjoy it at all, but it has to be done. I know it’s the same for everyone, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. In fact I didn’t sleep very well at all last night worrying about it all. I got up extra early this morning so that I could have a shower and have breakfast before I set off on my travels. I even decided what to wear last night to save me time. I need to feel comfortable, as it will be a long day. I am well prepared and I have even written everything down so that nothing will be missed. I shall set off early to miss the rush hour traffic. I am not sure if I should drive myself there or travel by Bus. I think I shall take the car, that way when I am ready to return home I will not have to wait for a Bus. I will probably be tired and cold. After all it is December and December in England is cold. I will be glad when it’s all over and I am back home again. I hate Christmas shopping.