But I still have time

Julie’s procrastination grew worse as she grew older. Now retired, she gave it free rein.
The shopping could wait until tomorrow – the bread and milk would last. The washing could pile up for a while yet. She’d do it all in one go, on a sunny day, make a holiday of it. The cleaning – well, hadn’t she cleaned two weeks ago when the neighbours came for drinks? An event Julie had put off for months, forced into it eventually by the neighbours’ pending move to a new home and their blatant hints...