Damn

I left the house at 0740 this morning, and forgot to take my flute!  

After work, I drove through the rush hour traffic from the hospital in south Norwich to near the airport (on the northern outskirts) before thinking about it, and realising I was missing something.  By then it was too late to go home (also south of Norwich), pick it up, and still get to my orchestral rehearsal in Cromer.

Perhaps my body was subconsciously telling me something - I have a very busy week, and at least it is just a little less busy now!

So instead of rehearsing, I'm sitting at the computer, blipping, and drinking a glass of wine.  Fido was very pleased to see me come home - W is away in London at the moment, so he's been on his own all day.  He was still asleep when I left this morning.