One of the pleasures of working from home is, for me anyway, not having to travel to work or having that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, come Sunday evening, that the weekend’s over and it’s back to work on Monday. The downside is that there’s no escape and that each day tends to merge into another. Worse still, I’ve even managed to lose days: “What do you mean it’s Thursday – where did Wednesday go?”

In the good old days I knew exactly which day it was because my mother always did the family washing on Monday, the dustmen (or whatever they’re now called) came on Tuesday, Wednesday were always fun as the whole afternoon was set aside for art, my swimming lessons were on Thursday and my dreaded French classes, given by a very strict Mother Superior, were every Friday afternoon. But now the spanner’s definitely been thrown in the works – I do the washing every other day, our dustmen come three times a week and I don’t do art classes anymore: unless you call working on the website sort of “arty” – then I do that every day.

So this weekend I decided I needed to be more organised and define the days of my week better, using the weekend as a marvellous Full Stop. Monday will now be admin day, Wednesday will be used to review future articles, features and research material for the website and Friday will be marked by a chilled glass of wine. That’s the plan anyway and I rather liked the idea about Friday . . .