Saturday, June 1, 2013

Procrastination, thy name is housework.

I've just vacuumed the house. 

This not exactly jaw-dropping news - but in this house it means procrastination, because I've got a deadline approaching. 

I decided a while back that this would be the weekend that I restock my Nora's Thoughts and Other Stories Folksy shop.  Now don't get me wrong - I've been crafting my little socks off, but I'm also suspiciously up to date with the house work, my paper work and seven months after moving house, I've finally got round to registering with a new GP.

I've always known that a little bit of pressure makes me insanely productive - but apparently I've moved up a gear, because I've just realised that either we're due Armageddon, or I've unconsciously prepared my surroundings to spend this weekend crafting and listing items for sale.  Stocks of coke and chocolate? Check.  Plenty of tea and biscuits? Check.  DVDs and loads recorded TV? Check, check.  So I've really run out of excuses not to knuckle down and get some work done - darn, my subconscious self is sneaky!

Fi.x





  

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