I have to admit this is one of my least good attributes, and it isn’t just about doing things just before the deadline, but also allowing myself enough time to get from place to place. I have generally trained myself to try to allow sufficient time to get from place and even arrive early where possible. But sometimes I just try to fit in too much between going onto the next thing. In my defense, yesterday was quite an extraordinary day, and far busier than I could have predicted when I booked my annual contact lens check for 3.05pm. Ok so my working day is to 5pm, but the NHS gets plenty out of me, for example no lunch break, working from home in the evenings and the like, and the optician will only take a couple of annual check bookings per day, making Saturday appointments like gold dust. Getting home early on Friday is just the best thing, not something I always do, in fact it is becoming quite a rare occurrence. But a few weeks ago I booked the appointment, thinking that a 2pm departure wouldn’t be difficult to achieve.

Yesterday turned out to be moving day, so it wasn’t an ordinary day where little happened. Instead the boxes arrived in the new office at 1pm and I set about doing as much as was physically possible in an hour. Except that by the time I was as straight as I wanted to be it was already 2.20pm and I work at least 45 minutes away from home (or my home town where the appointment was to be). Un perturbed I set off as quickly as I could and as I dared in relation to speed limits and at 3pm I was still a good 10 miles away. In my haste to get away from the office, I left my diary (complete with appropriate numbers) on my desk so had to get a colleague on the phone to see if it was worth my while going. They said unless I arrived by 3.10pm then I would need to rebook, and what with parking etc, that was going to be impossible. All this time, I petrol red light was on telling me I needed to fill up as soon as possible, I had visions of breaking down on the motorway and needing to call out someone with a petrol can! Luckily I made it to fill up, but honestly I must get myself better organised in future!

So another new leaf (along with the financial and dieting ones) will have to be turned over; I must allow myself more time to get to places, and I must fill up my car with fuel before I am likely to run out on the motorway! Still if you like risk, and I have to admit I do, then life would be boring if you never had to rush to get anywhere!