FAIL.

So, I asked mrsronweasley the other day, "do you know which day my flight is?"
"I think it's the 30th?" she said.
"Okay!" said I.

And I went about life as you usually do, until...

I checked the stupid thing and I should've left TONIGHT and I have MISSED MY FLIGHT HOME. Liz had a theory that it might be because we met without trouble (that usually never happens) so this is just the universe balancing itself. I think she's probably right.

But. But I... it.. WAH.