Way behind with work and clients are literally breathing down my neck!
20 emails remain unanswered – that is a catasthrophe.
5 phone messages perched from every corner of my messy desk.
Court dates go topsy-turvy in my diary; a sign that I will soon be shot dead in court.
In-tray overflows for as long as I care to remember.
Office needs sorting out badly; an air-cond’s blower gone bonkers again.
My trusted aide, Fahmi, left for a greener pasteur and I am still mourning his presence in the office.
I don’t have files on my table, I have mountains of the same.
Why can I just want to write and blog forever?