I’m going to a conference on Monday. A fancy, government conference. In Dublin. I’m going international. Get me.
Getting my priorities right, the wardrobe is sorted. A respectable wrap dress, and shoes with a bit of a heel. I was pleased that my choices fitted with what Alison suggested: maybe I have more style sense than I thought.
I’ve never been to one of these before. I’ll need a prop. Something to give me confidence. Something to hide behind, if necessary. Something to fool others into thinking I know what I’m about. Something big enough to hold the papers. One of these, for instance…
As luck would have it, I paid a visit to the Mulberry outlet at Bicester Village a few years ago, and hyperventilated when one was available, for about a third of its normal retail price. So, I’m sorted for a prop.
Papers printing right now. (Must read papers.)
I’m even getting a lift!
There’s only one problem…
I’m to meet my colleague at 6.30 am.
Is that a real time?