Back to reality
I suddenly feel compelled to check my bank statement online. My revision is going that well. The fact that I haven't left the house for four days seems irrelevant. Two transactions catch my eye. It's the country of origin that screams out at me --MEXICO. As I have been on a “GI Joe,” “no fear,” “kamakazee” study routine, my brain takes a while to focus. I spend five minutes pondering if I did actually order £200 of goods from Mexico in the past two days. After satisfying myself that this was not the case, I cancel my cards.
Some friends let me know that they will be in town when I arrive at my first elective destination. My mind tells me to check my tickets. Date of departure reads a month out of date. After finding it pretty difficult to actually kick myself, I ring the travel agent. In a