I had an absolute blast in Manchester but I'm too tired to talk about it right now. (Sorry. I know you're all on the edge of your seats waiting to hear.) Suffice to say, I met some really lovely girls and it was great to meet them FINALLY in person.
But the first story I ended up telling them involved me peeing.
(I'm sorry, girls!)
Yesterday morning, I had left plenty of time to get ready, but my plan had been to head out of my flat at 9, despite the fact my train wasn't until 10.10. Instead I got into a flap at the last minute, started double-checking everything was in my bag, and somehow I didn't end up leaving until about 9.20. Which put me in a bit of a flap, as I always like to have lots of time before a train to ensure I'm on the right one, etc. When I got to the subway, I JUST missed a train and of course the next one wasn't due for another eight minutes. I was texting The Pink Jellybaby to tell of my panic because it was now nearly 9.40 - and I had been planning to BE at the station by that point. Eek.
As I finally walked from the subway to Glasgow Central, I realised I needed the toilet. Which was a nuisance but I HATE peeing on public transport so it seemed that a trip to the loo in the station was necessary. This became even MORE necessary when I realised my tights were covered in brown mud. I'd splashed myself with a puddle on the way to the subway station. It was NOT going to be repairable but it was fine. I had two spare pairs with me.
I checked the board and the train didn't have a platform yet, so I hurried downstairs to the loo, shoved my 30p into the slot with panicky fingers and locked myself in a cubicle. As I sat on the loo, I started rooting through my bag for my spare tights, found them and decided to change them while I peed. I pulled off the tights, went to pull on the new pair . . . and realised I HAD LOST MY KNICKERS!
Had I put any ON this morning, I wondered?
Um - yeah. I generally DON'T go commando.
So where were they?
I had a momentary thought that perhaps I'd kicked them out of the loo and they were now in the middle of the floor.
Thankfully they were not.
After a couple of seconds panicking (and still peeing), I realised that they were in fact tangled up in the old pair of tights.
And THAT, dear readers, was basically the first thing I said to the girls.