1. Falling asleep at 7pm and waking up at 6.30am feeling as if I could have taken on a tiger. Not that I think it's right to attack endangered big cats, and I wouldn't have gone looking for a fight with a tiger -- but should one have started on me at 6.33am yesterday in my flat, I would not have confined myself to screeching to an unpredicatable companion 'Leave it aaht, 'e's not werfit', or tried to employ any Jedi mind-tricks.
2. Cherries from Aragon Farm in my lunchbox. Thanks, Skinner family. If you are driving between Sissinghurst and Biddenden, stop and buy some -- they are yum.
3. I don't do organising until something is lost or my filing cabinet threatens to burst. This sounds lazy, but it means that I spend less time tweaking elaborate filing systems and more time feeling satisfied after a huge clear-out. I went through the file marked 'Bills' and ditched final demands going back to 2003 (I never pay before a final demand because red is such a pretty colour).
