It was 2 o'clock, and I was thinking, 'help!' there's only an hour left to go and I won't be able to get back to this impenetrable manuscript until at least 9 this evening but, thank goodness, when I've done a couple of hours I shall be able to reward myself by finishing the last few chapters of Island by Jane Rogers, which is quite extraordinarily good . . . when there was a knock on the door and it was the postman, who delivered my copy of this:
. . . . oh no, oh no, oh no! How am I supposed to do any work now? Who will pick my daughter up from school and give her tea and take her to ballet? Whatever shall I do about finishing Island?
Help! Any suggestions?