Organise, she says. Organise. How do I do that when from age 16 I said: “Chaos is my mother!”
Organise.- I want to organise! It took me an hour to find my laptop this morning. It was not a pretty sight. Oh how I want to be organised.
I want to have breakfast ready at seven thirty. The table laid with a white tablecloth and a blue milk jug, filled to the brim with fresh milk which I had remembered to buy on my way home… and the knives, forks and spoons all ready like a platoon of soldiers marching accross the table. I want to remember on top of all this precision, to have the breakfast cooked as well. That would really be impressive.
If I can do this with breakfast, just think what I can do with the rest of the day!