It is the end of the year, and in consequence everyone seems to be making lists, and having little stocktaking moments. There are even lists of lists. I feel left out. I have always hated lists and been bad at them, the same way I am bad at spreadsheets and following a recipe or an Ikea instruction sheet — or any set of instructions, come to that. I know if I make a list (for example a list of my favourite books, as Sara Crowley asked me to do today), that I will leave out something really important and blindingly obvious. And I know if I make a list of things I plan to do next year, that I probably won’t manage to tick half of them off. So I won’t do it. Is there a country I could go and live in where lists do not exist? Please do not supply me with a list of countries, I only want the one.
I make lots of lists and promptly misplace them. I also cannot follow (will not follow?) recipes etc. I seem only to learn through pain. If you find that list free country, send me a postcard along with a ticket.
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this made me smile. esp as travelling tomorrow and had to scribble out a quick “print tickets and find passport” type list. I once saw someone else’s very long packing list, printed on excel spreadsheet, which included how many pairs of socks to bring on his ski trip… just to clarify, think I was genuinely more impressed than that may sound.
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