Don't forget your toothbrush!

I know what I want for Christmas. Time management. I do hope Santa can oblige.

Today saw me pack and head away for a few days. I think I packed more than the Spanish Armada did...needless to say I filled my car, which as a result decided the extra weight was carte blanche to drink more fuel.

As for time management...I managed to leave 4 hours later than I had scheduled...and I still had to stop en route and buy a bloody toothbrush - not sure how the toll on the M25 triggered my memory of failing to pack a toothbrush. I am sure Freud would have some psychobabble explanation for that association....

Not a gossip girl!

Oh what a morning! It's Friday so technically, according to popular culture, the weekend starts today. So I should be in a state of anticipatory headiness. Instead, I am running around like a woman possessed, trying to squeeze tasks that would keep an army of women busy, into one day...on my tod.

Still, the weather is glorious; it's as if nature is trying to lend a helping hand. Which is great as I have my washing out, windows open and am scurrying back and forth like an ant on speed, emptying my car of a lot of bric-a-brac that I have inherited.

The most fabulous event of the day so far has been to encounter the local gossip, of whom I have been subject of their interest. But whether it was the weather or the onset of spring, or at last the influence of my wonderful friends who keep telling me not to be so nice, I told gossip that they are incredibly nosy and that they should mind their own business.

You always know when you have hit a nerve and p*ssed someone off when the childish response of "well you don't have to tell me, I didn't want to know anyway" is their parting shot as they rush off.....