Scat Attack

Posted by Katy Regan at 16:10 on 20 Apr 2009

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I finally got my suitcase back – which is good because I must have been wearing the same pair of jeans for a week. I am terribly scatty at the moment  - more than usual which must put me on the early-onset Alzheimer’s scale, at the very least. In one month, I’ve left a suitcase on a train, a mobile phone in a bar and had to fork out two lots of £100 for locksmiths after locking myself out.

Today when I went to the estate agents to pay my rent by cheque (I accidentally cancelled the standing order – don’t even ask), the word for English currency (pounds) completely escaped me.

I blame Matt Black, he’s awfully distracting. My plan not to see him or to 'get to know him' better rather than just snog him isn’t going terribly well since I’ve seen him every night this weekend and last night he was in my bed.

I think there’s going to have to be some survival strategy in place if this is to carry on. A kind of Katy double, perhaps? One with a brain? One who does all the things I have to do as a normal member of society (pay my rent, make sure I can get into my house, that sort of thing) but without the squiffy, scatty chromosome.

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