What a brilliant thread! I thought I was the only person who dashed round madly at the last minute trying to make it look like I had spent the day hoovering, or rushing up to the computer the moment my hubby goes out the door to play tennis ("no that's fine, dear, you go out and enjoy your hobby...I'll spend the evening on mine") or has the ironing board permanently up in the same room as computer, so in between posting and looking for replies I can sneak in the odd shirt. ("What's that funny smell? Whoops, where did that last half hour go?")