One only has to do one thing before the deadline to feel brisk, efficient and on top of things. If only I were. But I have renewed my car tax, a week early, because I have a feeling it won’t be at the top of my to-do list when I get home and I’ll forget. I’ve also remembered to send my friend (from schooldays) Lynn a birthday present, which is not bad going for me. It’s not unusual to send it apologetically on the day itself. She is exactly a fortnight younger than I am. Furthermore, I wrote a report for tonight’s meeting yesterday. This is almost without precedent.
I am also about to book a short holiday for next April. I’m not sure what’s coming over me. It’s with the same society I went to Madrid with, and I was unsure if I’d be able to join them as it might have clashed with our next sale date, but the Sage has said he’ll change the date so that I can go. It saves me wistfully asking him if he fancies a holiday next year (which he won’t), but is very sweet of him.
Right. I must get on. This feeling of getting things done mustn’t be dissipated by spending the afternoon blogging.