Lisa was talking about her Moleskine the other day and I admitted to carrying a little Cahier in my bag. But as much as I may aspire to filling it with beautiful sketches or clever designs, mine is more likely to contain a shopping list or the reference number for a 7 year old's holey trouser replacements. But hey, even mundane stuff is better in a classy notebook.

And surely there is nothing wrong in gilding the lily just a little with a pen sleeve cum book strap.

Just in case this all sounds a little too smugly organized, let me share with you the cupboard under my kitchen sink. I warn you, it is not a pretty sight.

I think there's an inverse correlation between number of cleaning products purchased and time spent applying said products to your home. Yes, I know, I could do it all with bicarbonate of soda and elbow grease. But I don't. I buy the 'so great it does the work for you' product. Use it once and then consign it to the black hole of chemical solutions that aren't all they're cracked up to be.

I hate housework. Would it be truly evil to get a cleaner so I could spend more time on the computer instead? Must put that on my 'to-do' list...