BLEISURE. It's the new trend.

What does it mean? Blending business time and leisure time into one: bleisure. Geddit?

Or, if you want, you can call it 'life-splicing' or 'life maximising'.

According to Chris Sanderson of The Future Laboratory, by 2011 'we will all be thinking of work in a completely different way'.

I read about it in a women's magazine and gave it a go on Sunday.

The result? I sliced off the end of my finger with a machete.

It hurt so much that yesterday I had to take two paracetamol. Two ... at the same time!

That may not sound like a big deal to you, but I had a 9lb 9oz baby on the lounge floor without any painkillers at all.

Unless it's life or death, I'm pretty much anti-medication.

This finger hurts more than having a baby. I think I've sliced through the nerve endings and for the first 24 hours it throbbed so much I couldn't sleep.

It doesn't look like much. My own personal physician (did I mention that my man started out as a sick kids' nurse) wrapped it up really, really tightly with a sticking plaster.

It wasn't until I got to the office that I realised that a big plaster around the end of the left index finger makes you double type the letters rr, ff, tt, gg, cc and vv ... a fascinating phenomenon (sorry subs). I've been trying to delete them but I'm giving up on that now because it's every second word and it's getting a bit wearing. Excuse the odd (occasional), odd (odder than usual) spelling.

I didn't get any sympathy in the office when I asked if anybody had any paracetamol. Instead it just brought howls of derision and laughter.

So, back to my accident.

I'd read this article about 'bleisure' ... it was one of those 'according to a survey' articles.

"According to Microsoft's Life Maximiser Study, 78 per cent of people think the regular nine-to-five job is a thing of the past, thanks to the advent of the BlackBerry and the wireless network and laptops and iPhones," it said, in Red magazine.

We should give up on the idea of trying to find a work/life balance, apparently, and embrace the new buzz word 'bleisure'.

According to Microsoft, 88 per cent of us are happy with this new state of affairs.

The article was full of women saying how great bleisure was because they can work and look after the children at the same time. They take calls on their hands-free phone driving the kids to school and check emails on the BlackBerry while they're cooking.

One of them actually called herself a 'flexistentialist', explaining: "I need to work on the go and, at the same time, I might well need to phone the plumber."

Another one said: "While I am bathing my youngest child, I could also be answering emails on my BlackBerry."

I'm sorry ladies, I want to shout: Stop already! Even if you don't worry about the small possibility of drowning the baby, surely the fear of dropping your hand-held computer thingy into the bubbles is enough to make you see sense. You might even lose some much-loved text messages. For ever.

And the article quoted a Robin Hunt, a 'former futures analyst' (I wonder if he predicted being former in the future very far back in the past?) who said: "I think you'll find we've all been life-splicing for quite some time. It's just that technology has made it even more possible."

Yes, he's right. As far as I can make out it's not so different from the old crapola about how women are better at multi-tasking than men.

Except with expensive techno toys thrown in.

By coincidence it was my weekend on duty. And also by coincidence, we have a new office BlackBerry so that we can keep track of all the newsdesk emails all weekend.

So I had my BlackBerry and my iPhone and my laptop. I was in bleisure flexistential heaven.

Except that I put my iPhone down on a wet worktop. And now it's not working.

And I was rushing to make everybody Sunday lunch at 1pm before I went into the office and that's when I sliced off my fingertip with a great big chef's knife (big knife, not big chef).

You may think I was exaggerating when I called it a machete. But that's what the police at an American airport called it as they pulled guns and started screaming at us years ago when I was travelling with my ex-husband.

He was working abroad at the time and had his chef's knives in his backpack. They showed up on the scanner and suddenly all hell was let loose as we were surrounded by police shouting: "It's a machete! It's a machete!"

It is big. And sharp. And I, clearly, wasn't concentrating. Because I know how to chop properly and safely so that, even if you do slip, the knife only clips your fingernails.

Call it multi-tasking, or life-splicing or bleeding bleisure if you will. But basically it's just trying to do too many things at the same time.