Things have been snowballing lately. Work has been manic so my weekends have been spent ‘recharging’ on the sofa whilst simultaneously ignoring most aspects of my personal life. It started with an ignored email and an ignored trip to the bank, then I shunned some boring DVLA forms, a broken button on my favourite winter coat, a cancelled appointment with my hairdresser, packing away the duffle bag that holds my summer clothes (this has lived in the middle of our bedroom floor for about a month). And before I knew it, I was drowning in the mundane tasks that slowly suck the life out of you (a tad dramatic but you get the point). So this weekend I vowed to take control of my life and finally get stuff done and you know what I did? Nada. Sweet nothing. Zip. Zilch. Zero. It was blissful. I figured the every-growing list could wait another weekend.