So, armed with crumpets and hot chocolate - the only breakfast possible on the second day of snowbound, school's closed, wooly socks excitement - I sit and think of all the things I ought to be doing.
The trouble is, sitting and thinking of all the things I ought to be doing makes me feel edgy and suddenly the Dr Who game becomes more attractive. Perhaps I'm caught in a fold in the space time continuum, or am I stuck in a mysterious anomaly - a 'procrastination enigma' into which all good intentions are sucked into an alternative dimension?
Oh heck, now I've run out of hot chocolate. Oh well I'll just have to make another before I write my 'to do' list.
How's your day going?