My two boys are napping. I've had the last two hours all to myself, and I'm supposed to be completing some work I brought home from the office - but I have a feeling it's going to be late on Sunday evening before it actually gets done.

THIS is why I should never bring work home. There are too many distractions around me - the book I've been trying to read, the VCD I've meant to watch, and the TV programmes that usually fill up other people's weekends. But I really, really have to finish this piece of work that's due Monday morning, and this is the best time to do it.

Well, go do it then.

Fine, I will.