Writing this as the second week of January starts, I am struck by how far off last Monday feels.
Monday 7th January was still suffused with the sense of being on holiday, time was elastic and there would certainly be enough of it to enable me to get everything done in a calm and organised fashion. I returned to the slim ‘to do’ list full of optimism that all things were possible, and nothing was too urgent.
But here we are seven days later and Christmas, the New Year and relaxed time off seem to belong to a distant era. The weather has taken a turn for the worse, the list is considerably longer, and the deadlines that were reasonable are suddenly imminent after all. I really must focus and get on.
It’s a funny old month, January.