WILLO TALK: Never the time

IN the world of 24/7 media, it’s often hard to find time to take a step out of the fast lane and take a breather.

As you can imagine, in a hive of activity like the Mail’s newsroom the pressure is non-stop as our crack team of newshounds sniff out the best stories to fill the news pages as well as the website, app and tablet to ensure you know all about what your neighbours are getting up to here in Hartlepool.

We’ve got a queue of people desperate to give us tip-offs, our secret souces are always sending us cryptic notes and my Things To Do List is getting bigger by the hour.

If you can cast your mind back to the 1980s, when the yuppie culture burst onto the scene, where people had three phones to their ears while others were ringing in the background.

Well it’s a bit like that in the Mail, but that’s probably because we’ve actually got more phones than staff.

So having painted you that picture of our little hive of activity, you can imagine how happy I was last week when I got the chance of a few days off to catch up on a few things I haven’t had the time to do recently.

The front room needed painting and my plans for the garden would have impressed the judges at the Chelsea Flower Show.

So on day one I had a lie-in, then watched Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women, then there was something on about people’s junk getting auctioned off for ridiculous prices and when that was finished I had the safety net of Sky Sports News to to stop me getting off the couch.

Once the daytime TV was finished, there was football on so it would have been rude not to go to the pub with the lads to watch that and slurp a few pints without worrying about having to get up the next morning.

That was the first day of my holiday, and if I’m completely honest then the second day was pretty much the same.

And the third.

By the time I got to the weekend, I was looking forward to going back to work.

I was bored with seeing adverts for buy one get one free offers on double glazing, and sick of answering the phone to people telling me I was entitled to £2,850 if I slapped a PPI claim in.

Now I’m back at work, with people running about like lunatics to hit deadlines, I’m thinking about putting some holidays in.

The front room needs painting, and the garden is a right mess.

But I just never get the time to do it.