Suffering From A Case of Bleh...

At long last I've managed to catch up...just one more e-mail to answer and then I'll finally have a clear conscience...well...not totally clear, but clear enough to be going on with.

There always seems to be stuff hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles...when we were working it was the accounts, which I so loathed doing that I'd leave them until a couple of days before the accountant began to threaten all manner of horrible consequences...then I'd sit at the dining room table faced with a mountain of receipts and scraps of paper...snapping at anyone who dared to interrupt me when I realised that there was no evidence of us buying food for two weeks at the end of August and a year's worth of electricity bills had simply disappeared.

One year in total desperation, I went into the accountant with several plastic shopping bags stuffed to the hilt with paper and left them in a corner of his cramped office...on top of other plastic shopping bags from other people who also quailed at the thought of making the books balance...

Now it seems to be e-mails that sit there glowering at me...and family trees, that only need to be stuffed into an envelope and taken to the Post Office, but they lie about for weeks gathering dust and Murphy sits on them and the longer I leave it the more guilty I feel...inertia sets in after a while.