Is another 'thing' for those plummetted into the Mid-Life Crisis, apparently. Quite frankly, I have a huge laundry mountain to sift through; litter trays to be cleared, my tax return to complete; a deluge of work to do; a futility room that is more of a bomb disposal site. And a garden in need of a thorough weeding. That's before I tackle my way through my emails - I have penis extensions to reject, Rolex watches to be unable to afford and somewhere amongst all the PPI spa