I am away – staying at my mother’s – as I do every other week.

I have forgotten to bring my A4 diary – every page dominated by a new “To Do” list…

This has never happened…ever…before…

I always bring a diary and a notebook – so that I can plan, remember and record things I need to do, things I have done…I spend hours each day thinking of things I need to do, things I need to fix, things I need to sort…things I need to remember, things I mustn’t forget, things that if I do them will make me a “better” person…

But, of course, I have said, “Stop it” – I have stopped listening, slavishly, to my mind – and this new relaxed way of going on – obviously – has consequences – I have no diary, no notebook … and nothing “To Do” … but somehow things happened anyway…things got done…but there seemed much more time…we packed more in…and we laughed more…