I have a calendar next to my desk, which I am ready to pitch in the bin. It is staring me right in the face, glaring at me as if to say...."do you know how many days you have left to work thru your 'to to' list?? Exactly 22 and what are you doing...you are on the computer again. And I can tell that you are not writing letters advising your change of address, you are not organising your air freight list, you are not searching hard enough for your car registration which everyone seems to want to see at the moment and you most certainly are not planning out your Christmas gifts. I can see that you are on your blog again you cheeky thing and you need to get back to work."
See what I mean....I have got to either toss that thing in the bin or get back to work. Ah, it's bad enough when the husband and kids get on your case but when your calendar starts...it's a worry.