Procrastination & Poop…
WARNING: don’t read if you’re squeamish!
So, this morning, I had a very vivid experience of the consequences of too much procrastination. I used to be a master in the particular art of procrastination. Then, when I really started going for my writing, I’d just immerse myself in that and put off everything else. I learnt though that when I put things off they’d hang on me – buzzing around my brain like distracting little mosquitos – or they’d explode with dire consequences. Well, this morning, I woke to find that O had pooped in the night and, since I was – happily, but perhaps regrettably – asleep at the time he’d been left with it. Needless to say, O and his cot was completely covered with poop! A perfect lesson, I thought as I cleaned, in not putting off ’till tomorrow what you could do today 
Pic: O & the beginning stages of a (nearly as messy but far less smelly) play-dough explosion…
