Happy St George’s day to all you English people out there!

My name is Caity, and I am a chronic procrastinator.

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I agree that depression, anxiety and so on are not the cause of procrastination.  I disagree that procrastinators are not conscientious.  I am both.

Incidentally, is there a help group for procrastinators?  Has no-one got round to setting one up yet?  Would anyone get round to going?

It was our first wedding anniversary on Saturday, so I took The Hubster away for the weekend. He got himself into a grump because I wouldn’t tell him where we were going. Well, it was supposed to be a surprise! I packed him some clothes and stuff surreptitiously, and loaded up the car when he went for an afternoon nap on the Friday. He’d taken that day off work - when I asked him to do that, I couldn’t tell him why, or it’d ruin the surprise. He grumped about that, too. Anyway, when I was ready to go, I woke him up, and told him to get up, or we’d be late. That was true - I’d wanted to leave much earlier than half past three, which it was by the time we did leave. We had to get there between 5 and 6 p.m., so we should have been ok, but then the traffic intervened, as it so often does. A three-lorry pile-up on the M40 meant that motorway was closed for ages, then another accident as it was opened didn’t help matters. We were on the A46 approaching the roundabout with the M40, so we got help up no end. I knew we wouldn’t make it in time, so I had to spill the beans and get Colin to phone up the wifey. I’d booked us in for B&B accommodation in a farm in the middle of nowhere in the Cotswolds. I know for next time not to book somewhere in the middle of nowhere because it means you have to drive everywhere, so you can’t drink. Most annoying. Still, it didn’t stop us going to the pub—well, we needed feeding! We went to one pub just because we both needed the loo. I forget its name, but I think it was in Broadway. I noticed some pictures on the wall, and had a good look at them. This was one of them:

Make of it what you will!

I’m dreaming of a white Easter…

Just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it? Still, that’s what we woke up to this morning. Snow, on Easter Sunday. I know Easter’s early this year, but it’s still not supposed to snow at Easter. It’s supposed to snow at Christmas, but it didn’t.

So, I spent Easter morning having a snowball fight, which I lost on hits because my throwing is dreadful, but won on stamina (because I had a sneaky method of keeping my hands warm and dry and my opponent, the Hubster, had bare hands) and building a snowman.

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At last, a real incentive to type loads and loads!  The faster you type, the faster the hamster runs in his wheel!  How cute is that?

Picture the scene: a group of three people go to Tesco in York on Saturday morning and buy, amongst other things, three bottles of wine. At the checkout - one of those do-it-yourself ones - the wine brings up the message that its sale needs authorising. Fair enough. Up comes this jaqui, and she says she’s going to have to ask how old each person is. They tell her; the youngest is mid-twenties, the oldest mid-thirties.

“Have you got any ID?” asks this jaqui.

No-one does. Only university cards, which are neither use nor ornament when it comes to buying alcohol from Tesco.

“It’s Tesco’s new policy,” she said, when questioned about why someone in their thirties is asked for ID. “If you look under 30, we have to ask for ID.”

“Where does it say that?” asks one of the group.

“There,” said the jaqui, pointing to a sign hidden round the corner from the check-out screen.

“But you’re wearing an if-you-look-under-21 badge,” said another group member.

“Oh,” says the jaqui. “The policy doesn’t start until next week,” she continues. “But we’re doing it this week.”

There was much mind-boggling at this point.

The group ask for the manager. A supervisor comes along. Same story.

“We can’t authorise the sale until you show us some ID.”

Eventually, the staff members are persuaded that all members of said group wouldn’t be holding university cards if they weren’t over 18, and the wine was purchased.

I’m going to start shopping at Asda. I’m not taking my passport to Tesco every time I want to buy some booze!

What is it with pop groups who disbanded years ago reforming? There was the spice Girls, who are apparently falling apart again (Independent on Sunday), there’s Boyzone, there’s Take That, there’s Duran Duran, there’s Led Zeppelin, there’s all sorts. And now, according to Steve Wright in the Afternoon (on Radio 2), there’s rumours of the Jackson Five reuniting. Will it ever end?