Today started like most weekends, with the dreaded weekend catchup game: especially this week with the training and the extra nights out, I’d left too much to be done for the time I do have time for it: Saturday and Sunday. But bright ideas happen sometimes: The netbook poised on top of the , I could enjoy the smooth silky voice of my own private dancer. And no, it wasn’t Tina Turner, who was way too uptempo to chill me out while doing the dishes. Instead, I just got Sade to do a few numbers on me, along with some of her lesser known sisters…..Just swapping the drudgery of having to do the dishes for some delightful company, who’d certainly make cleaning them a work of Love just in case….