I am going to attack my paperwork today. It is going to be grim - awful, in fact - documentary evidence of the last joyless, teeth-grinding, silent-screaming year of my marriage, compounded by the repeated decision - to shred, or not to shred? - required of somebody who's walked out of the bakers because her brain was simply unable to cope with the choice of pie.

Once I've done it, it will be done (and I'll be able to proceed to the next feat of organisation, oh lucky me!!!) If I just start, before I know it I'll be halfway through (not curled up on the bedroom floor chewing my face and emitting animal-noise, oh no!). Ohhhhhhh FUCK I hate being a grown-up sometimes!!!