I have just five short weeks to organise my life. Already I am starting to see the cracks in this plan... I am not sure I can physically pack up my life in that short time, though my mother seems to think this will be an easy feat. Apparently, she has not seen my apartment recently - I am adamant that 'stuff' breeds while I'm not looking. I mean where did all this crap come from and why have I kept it?? Unfortunately, I think my packing escapades will pretty much be me throwing stuff into boxes to deal with at a later stage, rather than using it as a useful chance to sort and purge, then pack. Months from now when I unpack it will be like I'm unearthing a lost civilisation, wondering what all the implements were for and why something was so sacred it was carefully maintained when all it looks like is a three year old supply of ATM receipts.

I wrote my will today. That was a weird experience - there was lots to consider that I'd never considered before. As a young woman I'm not exactly in tune with my own mortality. Resultantly, while I don't feel at one with the concept, my solicitor reliably tells me that now I've written a will nothing will happen. It's like heading out in the morning with an umbrella only to find a perfect day. I figured it wasn't my place to argue with the logic, and I get the feeling it was as much for his benefit as mine.

So, my life has been a flurry or organisiation. Or attempted organisation. In truth I haven't gotten very far, partly because there's only so much I can do while on leave, and partly because of the incredible helpfulness of people like the Tax office... I was more than a little surprised when I called them today to discuss deferring my next lodgment and was told I can't enter into a discussion on that until my tax return is due. I tried to point out the foibles inherent in this piece of logic, but was shut down at every turn. Consequently, I've not yet figured out how to avoid a late lodgment - and I don't think absconding to the Cayman Islands is a goer, either.