As I write, there is a load of washing waiting to be hung out, and many more waiting to be folded. The vacuum cleaner and mop bucket are poised in the middle of the living room floor as if waiting to be given the go ahead to dance together. Jamie Oliver’s “15 Minute Meals” is on the kitchen bench, open to a recipe for which I plan to do the preparation before I pick Lulu up from Montessori (because let’s face it, who can ACTUALLY do those recipes in 15 minutes?). There is a pile of paperwork in the in-tray, and a pile in the ironing basket that resembles the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
I could continue to dive, like a woman possessed, between each of these tasks. But a short while ago my uncle left me a voicemail message to say he had read my blog, and honestly I’m so touched that I am sitting down RIGHT NOW to write my next post before the moment passes, then another fortnight passes, and then The UnStepford Wife disappears into the ether never to be hear of again.
The fact is, I have a problem with technology. Yes, I know it’s our friend…
I sat down two weeks ago and put my heart and soul into a post that took me two hours to write. Then I added a nice little photo. Then I lost the whole lot. (Why? WHY? I hit ‘save’!) Talk about a rookie error.
I have a lot to learn, but I’m going to get the hang of this thing if it’s the last thing I do.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to do the food prep for a ’15 minute meal’ that I know takes me exactly 57 minutes to make. I timed it.