Although I Played A Lot

I've Given Up Email. Well, Almost. At The Weekend I Set Up One Of Those Auto-reply Messages, Informing My Correspondents That I Would No Longer Be Checking My Emails, And That Instead They Might Like To Call Or Write, As We Used To In The Olden Days.

Surely, Anyway, A Working Day Of Eight Or Nine Hours Which Is Not Split By A Nap Is Simply Too Much For A Human Being To Take, Day In, Day Out, And Particularly So In Hot Weather.

Management Gurus In General Are, I Think, Best Avoided. All Too Often They Reduce Your Working Life To A List Of Rules To Be Followed. Targets Are Aimed At. Goals Kicked At. You Then Break The Rules Or Forget Them And, Hey Presto, You Start Beating Yourself Up.

One Of The Least Arduous But Most Productive Of Gardening Jobs, The Magic Of Deadheading Never Fails To Delight Me. It Was A Revelation When The Principle Was Explained To Me: That Flowers Are The Attempt By The Plant To Reproduce Itself. So If You Cut The Heads Off Before The Flower Turns Into Seeds, The Plant Will Continue To Flower.

Bosses Should Sanction The Nap Rather Than Expect Workers To Power On All Day Without Repose. They Might Even Find That Workers' Happiness - Or What Management Types Refer To As "employee Satisfaction Results" - Might Improve.