do what?

... you'll do what you're TOLD!

anyhoo.

How does a person manage to completely lose her calendar (diary, in UK-speak) when she has been home fewer than 20 hours? This has rendered said person extraordinarily distracted, incapable of coherent conversation, and unaware of her surroundings or of where she might be supposed to be at any particular time.

Plus, milk purchased on walk home from the station last night is spoiled. There are few things to compare to the vexation of taking a greedy gulp of milk one expects to be deliciously sweet only to find the opposite.

So now must venture forth to return milk (idiot shop) and retrace steps and stops in desperate search for calendar... so if anyone sees me wandering aimlessly, you will at least know why i look so foolish (this time).