Focus

Yesterday's Corner Time: 8 Minutes.

I am often accused of losing focus and not being able to concentrate on the..er…on the..er…what was I saying?

Oh yes, sorry. I am often accused of losing focus and not being able to concentrate on the task at hand.

For example, take getting dressed in the mornings. This relatively straightforward task can take me anything ranging from twenty minutes up to an entire weekend.

Having been issued with clear instructions that I must be dressed within five minutes, I am often found prancing aimlessly around the house wearing only pants and one sock.

This activity alone can contribute hugely to the tension each day as Mum attempts to get both Becca and me ready for school on time.

Personally, I prefer to delay the commencement of the inevitable for as long as humanly possible, providing it doesn’t involve pain or jeopardize my wellbeing.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t marry well with Mum’s objective which tends to be the complete opposite. As a result, my wellbeing is painfully jeopardised more frequently than I would prefer by an irate Mother and a rolling pin.

My Mum says that this behaviour is typical of boys in general and that my Dad is exactly the same. He sent her a Valentines card this year adorned with the phrase “For the Man in my Life”. Honestly, what chance do I stand?

That also explains the curious looks from the shop assistant whose obvious surprise I had initially put down to the fact I was wearing only pants and one sock.

Matthew.