"Just calm down would you. For a few moments at least. You have got ages to think about what you are taking with you, 20 minutes before you have to be out of that door." Pausing to listen to my mother's unhelpful words has cost me yet another few precious seconds, seconds that I don't have to waste, not now anyway. I won't snap at her mind, she is the sole reason that I have the opportunity to be going where I am. You see, she has agreed to lie, to my somewhat over protective father, about my whereabouts, I owe her big time.
             These were my thoughts as I realised, after having overslept by no less than 2 hours, that I had precisely 18 minutes to get a whole four days worth of necessities together, before leaving the house. Not to mention getting washed, dressed and making myself presentable, no wonder I was panicking! I was meant to be going to visit my boyfriend, who I hadn't seen for 8 weeks, at his home in London. As usual I had decided I was too tired to bother organising my stuff the night before, I thought I'd get up early and pack whilst my mind was fresh and awake, I was wrong! So, I began trying to do about three things at once, it wasn't working, mum tried to be useful but she seemed to be getting in my way more than helping. I packed as much as I could, knowing I had forgotten a lot of the things I had intended to take, I scrambled out of the door, into the taxi, washed and dressed but without picking up a hairbrush or applying my makeup! God, I must have looked terrible! Oh well, I began sorting myself out in the taxi, I got my hair in a respectable state and decided to leave the rest for the two hour train journey that awaited me when I reached Portsmouth. Trust me to be like this, I never had been very good at planning ahead. Collecting my thoughts together and calming down, it dawned on me where I was going, this day I had been anticipating for some time, long distance relationships are not ...