I need a good list. I’ve got To Do pages in a filofax (old skool, me) which include ‘iron’, ‘make soup’ and ‘clean bathroom’ along with ’email journalist’ and ‘write for NIRDP’. I don’t quite need one that says ‘clean teeth’, but I’m not far from it.
I’m actually having fun with lists right now.
Fun? Really? Are you sure you’re still taking the tablets?
Oh yes; caravan related fun. A whole new space for me to populate with paraphenalia. I’ve got an especially labelled ‘caravan’ notebook, prominently displayed so that Spurs Fan can’t say I never tell him anything.
Who knew that writing ‘bin’, ‘basin’ and ‘blankets’ could be so exciting? Thanks to Pretty Far West I have a huge amount of small matching storage items about to be put to good use. There’ll be cushions and rugs and cups and candles, and I’m sure there’s bunting in a drawer somewhere that could come out…
Of course, a list and a diary are only good when I actually look at them. Just yesterday morning I discovered that I missed an event the previous night, and that stuff I was meant to do by 8 May remains unconsidered. Oops.
Maybe it’s time to investigate the technology in my pocket and set reminders. I’m sure a small child can show me how to create a beep or a buzz to say ‘read that document’ or ‘talk to that person’. That sounds like something that would be good for me and my brain fog, don’t you think?
I must write it down.