🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Lets go shall we!?

We arrive at my house only 20 minutes later after a silent ride, all the guys either resting their eyes or listening to music on their earbuds. I have been mentally packing a bag, locating all my necessary documentation in my mind, choosing my favourite outfits. I've been allocated 15 minutes to collect all I want to before we need to leave for the airport. So generous! It's a good job I keep a half packed hold-all under my bed.

The driver pulls up outside my home, a small mews house just West of Central London, and immediately every person in the van turns to look at it.
I love my home. It is very typical of its kind to look at, with light sand coloured brickwork, white sash window frames and windowsills. A Georgian balustrade around the roofline, protecting users of the terrace from falling, glossy black front and garage doors at street level and another above it, accessed by a set of the steepest stone steps you've ever seen, a black wrought iron railing the very necessary safety element here.

I open the van door and step out onto the cobbled road leading to my open garage door, turning to tell Jimmie I won't be long, then close the door.
I always leave the garage open when I drive. Space is at such a premium here that a garage is actually used for purpose, rather than filled with the clutter and rubbish that if you needed would be inside your home.

Oh shit!!

My car! It's still at the retail park the boys did their fan sign event at earlier today. How the hell do I sort that out? As I rummage around in my bag for my door keys I realise only 9 hours have elapsed since the event but my entire life has changed in that short time. I will walk away from my beloved and hard earned front door for the last time in at least 365 days. This thought makes me pretty emotional, the tears that immediately spring to my eyes making the task of locating my keys even more difficult, blurring all the shapes at the bottom of my bag into one.
I can't believe I am doing this but I am getting so frustrated I can't find my keys, and embarrassed to be crying incase I am seen that I turn my bag upside down and shake the contents onto the cold ground, with a little more vigour than was needed if I'm honest, scanning the pile of items with my eyes whilst crouching to rake through them with my fingers too.
I finally locate the keys and release a long sigh before frantically stuffing tissues, baby wipes, deodorant, tampons and paracetamol back into my bag. I reach for my purse as a strong hand does also. Noah has got out of the van to help me and I didn't even notice.
I thank him as he hands my purse to me and we stand up, my bag once again full of the detritus of a jobbing journo! I have lived out of this bag for 3 days in the past. I keep a toothbrush in a little toiletry bag, and even have some spare......

"............ knickers!" Noah says as he reaches out towards me, his palm upward, index finger hooked. Hanging from said finger are a pair of the most unflattering knickers I own, my 'all purpose' comfy cotton knickers. Their only redeeming feature being that they are black with a thick lace waistband. Oh the shame!!

I slowly reach for them with a sheepish grin then become aware of some rather loud whooping and am horrified to see that almost every pair of eyes remaining in the van are fixed on this exchange, huge grins on their faces. I stuff them into my pocket and make a mental note to add this mortifying situation to my memory bank of evidence that a kind and just God clearly does not exist. Why else would he or she torment me so?
I rush to open the door that separates the back of the garage and the inside of my home and reach in to turn on the light. I place my bag on the console table there and turn to close the door to see Noah, who has been joined by Jimmie, about to step into my home too.

"I'd really like to see your home Sydney, if you don't mind too much" he enthuses.

I love my home, and I am proud of it too. Of course he can have a look around. I wonder whether he will appreciate all the little features that made me fall in love with it the first time I saw it, all the small details and character that since moving in 8 months ago I have marvelled over everyday, so concerned I will become blasé to their beauty. I won't see them again for a long time after today. I must pay extra attention now.