22/09/2026
If I could have one toy to play with at work, it would be Dr Who’s TARDIS.
What a beast that was.
The Doctor’s army of followers knew all along it meant: Time And Relative Dimension In Space.
Who knew, eh?
To you and me, though, it was an old police box that let the Time Lord fly back and forth through time, saving the universe wherever he was needed.
If I could unpick the lock and sneak away while no one was looking, it would be for reasons of pure, naked self-interest.
All our weeks are deadline-driven, but this week has been a brute, an out-and-out stinker.
So I’d travel back in time far enough to have the lead-time conversation before the pressure starts.
Because really good planning starts with a conversation about realistic timelines.
And knowing when each task needs to be ticked off.
So your job lands bang on time - without a brown-trouser dash to the finishing line.
Tardis anyone?