No, I do not want to speak to my future self. What is the point of that? She is probably completely addled and in need of having her incontinence pants changed. Surely she should be instructing me by giving me a hot tip for the 4.30 at Chepstow, or such like. A heads up for this weeks lottery numbers would be nice.
I would have nothing to tell her because my future self would have already told herself everything that she thought she needed to know. For example: wear wellingtons this afternoon because it's going to rain.
What a daft prompt. My future self is in the next 60 seconds. I may as well write a To Do list.