T-minus five minutes to leaving time and I have just about hauled myself out of bed; making camp by the sink, solemnly brushing my teeth and begrudgingly yanking on the closest baggy, black-coloured garments to hand. A hearty congratulations is in order if it’s a day where I decide to forgo the sports leggings (it’s comfy-chic, right?
). Therefore, it can be safely assumed that I …
