I read a grand wee post over at Me, Mine and Other Bits yesterday about making lists.
I have always been a list-maker. When I was very young, and didn’t actually have anything important to write down, I’d just make lists of things like 10 favourite colours, or 20 tastiest foods, or 30 best Premiership footballers.
(I have dozens of notebooks full of that kind of list, which I must dig out one day because I’m sure they’ll give me a chuckle).
But at university, and then at work, list writing started to become more important, and now as a mother and wife it is how I keep on top of EVERYTHING.