Okay, so when I jumped out of the car I thought I'd end up with a few scratches,
not transported back before I was born. Don't worry, I've heard the whole "you're really in two places at once, Britta Lahey-McCall-Argent, don't panic! Welcome to here!" speech before because I used to give it every now and then, but
2015? At least my bits stayed mine and my
girl one step at a time bow's with me. Things could be worse.
I have lots of bacon and mimosas? Well,
I will because I left my debit card in my other jumpsuit, but I know Mom hides the emergency bacon behind the frozen peas because none of the boys ever touch those unless they're desperate.
Soooo brunch in London, anyone? Time traveling really works up an appetite.