As the Fawcett Hall House Party swings into the final manic phases of preparation, I don’t actually know if I’m coming or going. It’s not actually so much the things I have to do – I know what I have to do, have it all planned day by day and have a Microsoft Project and everything. What is hitting me (as usual*) is chasing people who are meant to do things that they haven’t done yet – not all of these are HWMBO – and fielding left-field questions that I’m not expecting such as “Can I use the sealing-wax from my new seal on my bottom?”**.
I tried to make a date for dinner with Maidie last week and had the embarrassment of telling her that apart from GNO, it would have to be December. How pretentious does that sound? Luckily, we managed something!
I do actually like to be busy and I know that the final effort will be worth it. But it does mean that I feel slightly out of sorts and am certainly not having enough orgasms. Because allotting yourself eight minutes at 2.52pm to masturbate is not conducive to sexual pleasure, which should not be rushed.
One of my mother’s (many) maxims*** is ‘It’s always the busiest people that have time’. I’m currently trying to work out if this is true. It certainly requires an iron self-discipline! And it’s at times like this when I’m surprised at how much self-discipline that I have. After all, there’s nothing like the fear of public ridicule or humiliation or far worse something not being anticipated to spur you on!
I’m such a control-freak!
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*Jessica grinds teeth. Why is this a surprise?
**No. It burns at a higher temperature than ordinary wax and will burn you.
*** Why do mother’s have these? And why then do you find yourself saying the same thing before screaming at yourself in horror as you realise you are turning into her, whatever you do?
Jessica, please don’t grind your teeth, it’s bad for the enamel.
I think the mother thing is genetic, I know many women who are slowly turning into their mothers, it can be a bit disconcerting.
Strangely this doesn’t seem to happen often with men, very few men that I know are turning into their fathers.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
“I’m such a control-freak! ”
Mugs? Fridge Magnets? Control Freak? Never?
xxx
You need a timeturner – clearly!
I find that I’m more likely to turn into my father under stress, which is really quite disconcerting, much as I love him.
Good luck with it all!
Don’t know hpw you manage it all, but so pleased that you do. I’m so excited about the House Party!!
Can’t imagine who’d want to try sealing wax on their bum though….
Oooh, two mentions in one post (yes, I’m one of those she’s chasing… which reminds me to put my mobile phone on silent when Jessica is in organise mode at 6.21am…)!
As always, am in awe of your organisational skills. You’re a star
I know what you mean, Maidie, she woke me up at seven in the morning on A Level results day to see what I got, I hadn’t even woken up and started worrying yet! However, I did then tell Jessica what I got before I told my parents!
Getting all excited about the House Party! The highlight of the year is drawing near…!
And if you need anything doing for you, errand-wise, just shout. (LOL and I promise that I didn’t actually have the “2.52pm masturbation” task in mind when I wrote that!)