Corrosive Shame

In perhaps one of the most ridiculous things I've ever done, I've managed to book a holiday for the wrong week and as a result am feeling, to put it mildly, rather silly.

So, it looks like instead of going to Canada this Friday (which I thought I'd booked) I'm going next Friday (which is rather less convinient).

Bugger said Pooh.

Little makes me more unhappy than my own idiocy. I might not be in a good mood for a bit.