It is not fun stomping around in the minefield of my personal motivation but let me tell you that today, a bright, sunny spring morning, I have sat at my computer and done three months' expenses. I have looked at this job since the beginning of March (when it would only have been two months) and yet didn't get round to it until today. Why not? Easy. I hate doing it and am a lazy git. Why today? Well that's interesting.
Enter the excellent, gorgeous and hard-working Mrs Mustard who, after already going into town and having a nice lady do unmentionable things to any lower body hairs Mrs M possesses, has returned and announced that, since it is still too damp to mow the lawn, she will clean the conservatory windows.
The motivation I need to do anything other than cleaning is measured in very large amounts. To do cleaning registers 0.0001 of a micro-urge. So I immediately generated the energy to write a piece for a magazine that I needed to do by Monday, sorted out the washing, relocated the guinea pig hutch to a part of the lawn with longer grass and then, aware that any sign of relaxation would be greeted with a request to 'give me a hand' did my expenses. I've tidied my desk.
She is still going. I might have to tidy my study.