I’m hoping someone will send me to the time-out corner or chair, for 36 minutes (one minute for every year, right?). I am even happy to have a few extra minutes added in for good measure.
I’m busy with a lot at the moment, which is great, but I’m so keen more than a few minutes to do nothing, leave the phone behind, not touch the Macbook, and not think of so many ideas. The more frenetic I am, the more likely I am to hoot a lot, shout at the dog, eat your Zoo Biscuits, and be a little less funny (haha, not strange). But now that I think about it, strange too.
So I’ll soon be calling a time-out for myself. There will be no tears, no leaving my seat or begging to go back to the TV. I might take a hot mug of tea with me, and or it just might give me too much to do so I’ll leave it.
Let the timer begin…
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