Don't y'fucking hate it when your city is teeming with ladies that you've made a million mental notes to make appts with the next time they're there...
And yet... and yet - I don't have a single solitary second to myself over the next week in which to do anything about it.

Literally, every waking hour has been monopolised by work, more work, chores, commitments, gigging and good deeds (because I DO do a lot of good work for charity...)

Which means that even though I've got surplus punting-money in my pocket, I don't have time to make use of it.

A hateful situation.