Shave.

I fly to England tomorrow evening. I'm not flying alone, Beth picked up a ticket yesterday. I'm really glad she's coming, having said I was going to be ok about my nan's funeral, it turns out I've been quietly in pieces about it for weeks.
Are we packed? No. Have I had the haircut I insisted I have to have before I leave? No. Have I had the shave that I need, in order to go for the haircut? No. Hmm. You've got an ticket, right? I did get it really late, and change it on the day I was supposed to fly, but I do have a ticket. Do you have an international plug thingy, so you can use your computer? Ah…maybe.
Everything is running as close as it can, without failing. Business as usual.