My time management is quite old-fashioned, mainly consisting of a to-do list. Three columns if I’m feeling particularly efficient: work; admin; personal. I never date it. There are some items that crop up so unfailingly, a smarter person would take them as given – such as “walk dog”. It’s almost as if I only put it on to give myself the illusory satisfaction of definitely having achieved something. My son, endearingly, made his first to-do list when he was five, and it simply said “1. Wake up.”
So anyway, I sat down this morning to what looked like a perfectly plausible set of tasks.
