on Monday
on my way to the station, I try to remember PIN. to no avail. I want to buy a ticket, punch in three different numbers and block my card.
on Tuesday
I forget there’s no train at nine past but twenty past only. waiting and additional changes await.
on Wednesday
Sister writes that my favourite dentist can’t slot in any appointments on the days I’ll be in Poland.
on Thursday
I forget to lock the studio front door. cameras, computers and lights – all ready to take for more than twelve hours.
on Friday
they disconnect my mobile without any warning. the contract’s finished, my sweetheart.