I hate to repeat myself but you WOULDN'T BELIEVE how many deadlines I've got.

Cop this:

- Organising a VIP breakfast for 400 people in the street on Wednesday next week. The caterers dropped out today.

- Writing a comedy festival script, auditions coming up very shortly

- Writing a script due on 31 Jan

- Writing a prose thing I was supposed to do "in January" which I am hoping meant "in February", and by February I am hoping they meant, kind of, March.

I promise I'll write something here that isn't about how I have no time and no money and too much to do. One day, I will write about sky and frisbees and swims and people riding bikes with bottles of wine and breadsticks in their handbaskets again.

Just not now.