I've been spoiled recently, manging to dodge staying away from home too much. So I'm out of practice at the kind of military precision required to pack for a couple of days away in 10 minutes - you know, big project, finishing in the small hours, getting up at the crack of dawn, that kind of thing.
So it was with a mixture of woeful acceptance and tired frustration how I took the news I'd forgotten to pack underwear and socks.
Now I'm a simple fellow and can make do with all sorts of hardships, I've even been known to drink tea from a machine. But I can't do a two day workshop in the same socks and pants.
So what were the options at 1am in Windsor? Just the one, Tesco 24 hour. But this pointles story doesn't reach a happy resolution.
Shower gel and deodorant...tick (forgot them too). Decent socks...tick. Pants? The only ones Tesco had in my size were these...
It was bad enough to be lurking around the health and beauty along with underwear sections of Tesco in the small hours with my long suffering account director (he had to pay, I'd forgotten my wallet too).
But to shell out for these monstrosities was hard to take. I swear I performed a little less well thanks to the knowledge I was wearing these mini deck chairs.
Mrs Northern thought they were hilarious, but you know what? I'm becoming quite fond of them now, what do you think?
Anyway, yet another example of the crushing absent mindedness and comedy of errors that is my life. Ask to me write your briefs and tell you new stuff about how housewives eat biscuits, don't ever ask me to pack for you, or anything that requires organisation in 'real life'.