I’m very fond of dithering and ditherers. It’s nice when a moment of indecision creates a crack of sunlight in the solid grey cloud of our fast-paced lives.

I savour those few minutes of pondering the smaller choices – shall I have the M&S calorie-controlled hot pot ready meal for supper, or shall I just eat rice pudding from the can with a fork again?

At the weekend, shall I rise early and go for a swim before breakfasting on freshly squeezed orange juice while reading the newspapers, or shall I sleep in until my pyjamas turn into a skin graft?

These brief moments of inconsequential debating form the most pleasant part of my day. When we’re gripped by indecisiveness we’re actually revelling in having choices.

If I still have a choice between what to eat for lunch, then I still have a choice about what to do with my life.

Shall I quit work? Move back to London?

Do sweat the small stuff, because it’s training for the big stuff.

But there is a time and a place for dithering and it is not when your hesitancy distresses others.

Do not be the Cappuccino Princess who changes her order from latte, to espresso, to hot chocolate, to a Frappuccino at 10 past midnight on a Thursday.

Not when the last train is due in six minutes and queuing commuters are anxiously tapping their Oyster cards on the counter behind you.

That is not the time to wonder whether you might like hazelnut syrup. That is the time to order a coffee and go. There is no hesitation over this. The Cappuccino Princess made me miss my train home. And no-one in that queue needed to dither over what they thought of her.

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