Overshare Monday

Every time I think I've turned into a Real Grown-up, something happens to prove that I'm not. For instance, I thought I'd finally conquered the whole "packing-at-the-last-minute-while-drunk" malarkey. I was wrong.

Last Thursday, I met a few fellow geeks at a pub near Kings Cross for beers. I only had two, but it was enough to send me to the train in a merry state. When I arrived home, the bloke helped this along by pouring me a large glass of sherry. I then packed my rucksack for our walking weekend in the Peak District.

Here is what I discovered I had flung into my bag on arrival at the hostel.

• 2 pairs trousers
  
• 2 pairs socks
  
• 2 sports bras
  
• 1 fleece
  
• 1 mostly empty washkit

You will notice a few key items are missing. These include:

• Thermal tops (or indeed, any tops at all)
  
• Toothpaste
  
• And most importantly, underpants

As a result, I have now hiked a section of the Pennine Way in the style of a commando.

You will be happy to know that today, I am wearing pants, and it feels a little strange.