Today I have done overdue domestic chores, everyday domestic chores and I visited with a friend who was holding a Creative Memories coffee morning. The coffee morning part of my day was lovely. I've found new tools and some bits and pieces to add to my arsenal of equipment. The domestic part of my day was just that really, domestic. It was while I was making a cheese sauce to go over the macaroni for supper that I realised why I've become the domestic goddess that I see in my daydreams. Because I have a post it note on the window above my desk reminding me of two projects that are due this month. SLAP! I'm a postponement goddess! No amount of bragging about being Suzy Homemaker is going to hide that! I wonder why I find the stress, indeed sometimes terror, of a deadline so inspiring? I don't think I do actually. I just find that the more I have to do something, the less inclined I am to do it. The more people recommend something to me, or advise me to try something, the more I resist. Like Titanic, the movie. Still haven't seen it. Too many people told me to see it. I knew the story from the get-go - it sinks, he dies. I only saw Mama Mia! last month, same reason. A particular friend who saw it 5 times within 3 weeks of its release could be forgiven for guessing that each time she rang to try and encourage me to go see it with her, I was making lame excuses. I just get stubborn. It's genetic, I think. Miss Dunnit has severe last-minute-itis and I have to say that I hate it as a trait and rail against it in her. But I, apparently am the same. I hate that! But there is a light at the tunnel end...the whole Lent thing for me was an attempt to self-improve rather than deprive myself...and I'm getting there. 15 days before the deadline, I've recognised the problem. Sometime tomorrow, I'm gonna roll my sleeves up and tackle it. Right after I've made the beds, washed the kitchen floor and created another, erm, gourmet supper.