I had a whole list of things I wanted to get done these holidays.
I had a whole house and garden that needed cleaning and organising.
I had friends who I wanted to visit who live far far away.
I had so many things I wanted to sew/knit/soaperise. (That’s totally a word. Shut up.)
I had a whole pile of books I wanted to read. Then my friend Sandy lent me more. (Actually, I only have one more book to go from this pile, so I guess that means I’ve achieved something.)
I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME.