To the wire

The computer's cooking away merrily in the background, the wine is poured, the feet are up, Wimbledon is on the telly and the sense of relief is palpable.

I wish I was a person who is given a project, gets on with it, finishes it and moves on without any worries. Instead I seem to need to experience high-level stress, pressure and a slight feeling of madness, and despite promising myself, 'Next time will be better', it never ever is.

Oh well. Now I am able to do my own thing, which may involve brushing the cobwebs off the railings. Even that'll be a pleasure.