A momentous day
I have just managed to clear my emails to the point that there is still a bit of white space at the bottom of the list when I open my inbox.
This is, indeed, a major achievement in my world; on a par with winning the Nobel Prize for services to journalism or possibly getting an interview with the Queen.
If I tell you that this is the first time I have managed to achieve this feat since July, you'll start to understand what I mean.
Ring any bells with anyone else?
The thing is, you see, whilst I'm sure email has been a very important technological leap forward for the human race, for me personally, and for thousands of others I'm sure, it is frankly the bane of my life.
It's like an unruly child that demands your undivided attention at all times. Turn your eye away for a second, to try and edit a feature, or heaven forbid go to a meeting, and all hell breaks loose.
Before you know it, you're faced with 40 unread emails, which could be anything from total rubbish (i.e. a press release about a new kind of garden fork with no relevance at all to Surrey) or something rather more pressing (i.e. regional director requiring urgent report by the following morning).
Then, even as you're ploughing through them, more are arriving...
In fact, what do you know, another three have just popped up.
Please excuse me while I return to my inbox before that treasured slither of white space disappears, never to be seen again...