As it draws ever nearer to that time of the day when I have to force myself into my suit and inject myself with another dose of ‘Customer Service with a Smile’, I realise that there is not just a mammoth amount of tasks to complete at work, but also out of work.

Only a fool like me would take on work, learning to drive, Japanese lessons, a work project set over six months and a financial qualification equivalent to an A Level. Why do I do it to myself? And then, suddenly: BA DOING! the proverbial frying pan hits me square between the eyes – maybe I just hate not having something to do? Or maybe I just can’t stand being inactive, or bored perhaps?

Who knows. The only thing I do know is that the clock is getting very angry at the fact that I am still not ready for work and that if I don’t get my arse into gear pronto then it’ll be Coco-Pops for me*..

* I feel I must explain that in Yorkshire, if ‘it’s Coco-Pops’ then it means ‘you’ve had it’, ‘you’re done for’ or ‘there’s no chance’. Get it? Forget it.