Welcome to MR’s Sunday Scaries Diaries, where we chronicle our post-weekend nerves in an effort to make all of us feel a little less alone as we procrastinate Monday. Below, the Sunday Scaries Diary of MR’s Partnerships Director, Jasmin Aujla.
I know, I know, this is quite a late start to the day but hear me out. I flew home to London from New York yesterday afternoon. I was meant to land at 12 p.m., which would leave me ample time to go home, shower, unpack, nap and eat all before getting ready to head out to my friend’s annual themed BBQ. Last year the theme was Baywatch and I went dressed as a towel; this year it was Wolf of Wall Street and I wore a double-breasted blazer and flared checked trousers. Photographic evidence below. However, my flight was delayed by five hours, so I actually didn’t get home till 6 p.m. and wasn’t able to nap, therefore I had to sleep in today. I just had to.
I’m a weird mix of very jet-lagged and mildly hungover. My brother and I are meant to head home for lunch. My mum texts to say we should be there at 12:30 p.m.; I ask if we can make it 1:30 p.m. She said, “Ok.”
My brother Rupy and I head home – we talk about the wedding we just went to in Buffalo and how funny his Best Man’s speech was, the rest of my trip in New York and all the fun, cool things he has going on being the fun, cool person he is. Also, London looks so pretty today.
My parents have very recently got into growing their own vegetables, which they’re very excited about. Once we arrive we walk immediately through the front door and straight to the back door to get a full tour of the vegetable patch. Apparently, our soil is very rich in clay so growing hasn’t been easy, but we’ve got about five green tomatoes, lots of mint, a couple of onions and carrots that are about the size of my little finger. It’s all very exciting.
I find a face massager in my Mum’s bathroom and proceed to walk around the house using it. It’s heaven. And from The Body Shop!
Everyone jokes about how Rupy is so helpful in the kitchen and immediately comes to lend a hand whilst I sit there massaging my face. Yes yes haha very funny everyone.
After traveling for 10 days, but also in general, there are few things more comforting than a home-cooked meal by mum. We’ve got biriyani, chicken curry, saag, some parathas – forget the face massager, THIS is heaven.
You know when you go home and immediately become your teenage self — checking the fridge for snacks and spending the day on the sofa because it’s your right to do so? That’s me right now.
Rupy and I get in the car to head home (do your parents still stand at the door and wave to you till you’re out of sight?). We realize we have no food at our place so we stop by a local shop. Rupy waits in the car but asks me to pick up sunflower sprouts and broccoli sprouts. I come back with neither because of course they don’t stock such absurd ingredients. Instead I buy eggs, avocado and Linseed Rye bread.
It dawns on me that I haven’t unpacked my suitcase yet. I always do it the minute I get home from the airport but you know the drama of yesterday, so it wasn’t done. I get to work straightaway, separating piles for laundry and putting everything away. I do a facemask at the same time because I like to be efficient and multitask.
That took way longer than it needed to. I shower and moisturize with this extremely lavish body cream I recently got (but I swear it’s making my skin softer than it’s been in years!).
Oh gosh, why is it this late? I wanted to be in bed an hour ago! I check my to-do list for tomorrow, respond to a few texts, finally get into bed and do a crossword to relax. (What? They’re fun.)
I’m still up because I’m jet-lagged but I resist the urge to pick up my phone, and eventually, I’m out.