I’d just pinged off a message to a friend to check if she was going to spin class, when a feature popped up on the news about the royal wedding. Princess Eugenie, marrying a chap called Jack.

This had existed under my radar, unlike Harry and Megan’s nuptials earlier this year which were gushed over and planned for; table laid with cakes and sandwiches and friends invited for a tele marathon.

No, this other royal wedding had been a bit more opaque for me.

But when my friend Amanda messaged to say her husband, Al, aka a Prince amongst men, had whipped up a batch of scones and there would be strawberries and cream and would I like to pop by and watch, the event in Windsor became centre stage and I pinged off a second message to my other friend saying, would it be really be bad of me if I exchanged getting fit with getting stuffed full of scones on Amanda’s settee?

I then had to rearrange and rethink as I had a long old list of ‘to do’s’ today.

I felt a momentary panic as I mentally rescheduled and reshuffled and squared the circle in my brain of what I had intended and what I was now doing.

I cannot think of the last day when I had nothing planned. When I woke up whenever and potted and mooched and just saw what the day would bring.

Like most people, the demands of work, family, friends, errands and the general stuff of life, mean that at any given moment we can be doing one thing, planning something else and thinking about many more.

I get in to grasshopper phases where it feels like there is so much on my ‘to do’ list that I flit and fly between myriad things and sometimes few of them get completed how I’d like or indeed completed at all and for those that that do get sorted and sewn up with aplomb, there is no time to take any satisfaction or pride because it is time to crack on with the next thing folks.

I read a while ago about a concept that affects your brain around scarcity.

The idea that when we feel that something is scarce, be that time, money or something else that we feel is in short supply, it can make us act with less focus and rationality than if we had an abundance of such.

So, in my case, when I feel time is pressured, I am more likely to try to do more with the result that I feel I have less time and my scarcity suffering brain is more likely to forget, to misplace to mess up.

And so, knowing this, I am going to set aside the ‘to dos’ and the ‘shoulds’ and curl up on the settee with my utterly wonderful friend and eat and chill and know that with every mouthful of delicious cake, I am doing myself some good.