Why do I have to work so hard?

Why is it that what Mo always called "Life Admin" takes so damn long? I've spent a hefty chunk of the past two evenings doing really dull stuff like tidying, filing, writing letters, paying bills, doing washing...

And there's still lots left to do. The holiday photo website didn't get a look in :(

One of my many tasks was putting leather balm on my trenchcoat to generally look after it. You smear this stuff on with your hands - then go to wash it off and remember the wretched goop is waterproof. As a result, I'm carrying a faint perfume of boot polish around with me this morning; I'm sure it'll be all the rage soon.

( I've just got round to bringing this year's desk calendar into work. )