"Nick, have you got your holiday insurance document?"

Oh fuckity. Well yes, somewhere on this planet is the grubby bit of paper I printed out sometime late last year and which has schlepped all round the world in the grot at the bottom of my back pack, but I had no idea where it was.

So the penultimate day before my holiday and I am in the music room with my backpack gutted on the floor in front of me and the everyday contents spilling all over the floor.

It ain't there matey.

Soooooooo

I manic scan through my old AOL email account because I am sure it must be saved there somewhere.

Amongst the tons of emails I have saved in seemingly illogical files to make it "easy" to find things when I need them

Ahem.

Eventually the correct email was found in the incorrect file. After many incorrect emails where found in the right file.

Just call me Mr organized.

So at least I can have a new clean insurance document to take with me instead of the crumpled stained one, that I can't find anyway.

Minor panic over.

Hang on.

Where is my passport?

"Can I watch Springwatch daddy?"

"It goes off at nine and that's a bit later than your bed time, you have to go to bed straight after"

"OK. Oh, am I having a bath?"

"Yes you are, and you have home work to do, and its 7.20 - spring watch comes on at 8.00"

Cue running bath, getting Sarah started on her home work, checking bath, getting clean clothes off clothes horse and putting my dirty ones in the machine, checking bath, check Sarah, turn washing machine on, put Sarah in bath, put dirty plates in Dishwasher, check Sarah has not drowned, get Sarah out of bath and back to home work, finish putting dirty dishes in dish washer and then, voila! - all done and springwatch is starting.

That is the most active I have been all day, including at work.

Says my new tag.

Hmmmmmmm, possibly.

I did get a hot shower this morning as I woke up at 5.15 in exactly the same position that I was in when I lay down and closed my eyes. So I put the water thing on and went back to sleep for half an hour. Now no more discussions about my plumbing please.

Have actual work to get on with, and a worry.

Someone said to me last night via a pm that I had not been as smutty as normal on blog recently!

This is a good thing surely? A sign that maybe finally I have achieved some maturity?

Or it could mean I have just used it all up.

There is only so much smut one man can peddle after all.

In other news, yesterday in Mollys I was shock to discover that bar staff outnumbered the customers 2 to 1!

Then one being me obviously. At one point there were THREE members of staff. I started getting a bit paranoid at that point.

Anyway,

If I start the work thing now – i.e. after a ciggie and some coffee, I should have it done by the next ciggie and coffee.

Darlinks I am a BLUR