Running out of time

For all that I zealously guard my time, it seems that it's going to be an increasingly precious commodity over the next few weeks. That's not necessarily a bad thing, since it means I'm filling time rather than sitting around desperately waiting to pass (let's call that Christmas Eve syndrome). Over the weeks ahead I have to attend various birthday parties, one soiree around a grand piano, and a pantomime, entertain my brother and his wife (my sister in law and her husband?) when they come down to visit, go on holiday, travel back to Edinburgh for my big sisters birthday, do my Christmas shopping, go on holiday (I know I listed that twice, but I really need a holiday), tidy up my affairs at work, arrange a new bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, fireplace and flooring for my flat and ... and... I'm sure I'm forgetting something... oh, yes, and relocate my life 400 miles northwards.

I'm expecting panic to set in any moment now...