Need to do housework. The irritating thing about housework is that it always comes round again. Have to get myself good humoured about it. What would be useful is the capacity to sing ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’ out of my window and have the animals in suburbia come to my aid, just as Giselle summoned the city dwellers…
…I wonder if wood pigeons are clumsier than feral pigeons at putting the plates away? Not sure Andy would appreciate knowing rats had cleaned the toilet. Perhaps I’ll give the hedgehogs of the area an early wake up call and rely on the ingenuity of any squirrels who happen to be in range.
(And yes, I know – how does she know how to use the vacuum cleaner or what the shower drain is? Three words: suspension of disbelief. As if you didn’t already need it.)
Of course, we all know what this post is really about.
Procrastination, procrastination, procrastination.