No, I'm not talking about the post-apocalyptic science fiction/horror film, but rather the fact that we have just 28 days till our final exhibition/fair of the year.
Here, at 'Miniatures HQ', the pace is stepping up a gear, and even small dog has discovered a positive work ethic and relinquished several naps today in favour of 'helping'.
This dedication on the part of small dog is much appreciated and it is heartening to know that she takes her directorship seriously. There has been much banter in recent weeks of her status as 'sleeping partner' but today she really has knuckled down and given 110%.
Indeed, so grateful were we for her input that, after lunch, with the sun shining from a clear blue sky, we set off for a jaunt in the woods, with the prospect of a slight detour for a spot of geocaching.
Ten minutes in, and the skies darkened ominously. Then as we trudged up a hill, a wall of water came rushing towards us in the form of a torrential downpour. Our initial attempts to shelter under the trees proved futile, and within minutes small dog was soaked to the skin. We decided to beat an ignominious retreat and scurried back along the path which was now ankle deep in mud. This meant that small dog was knee deep in mud and looking like nothing so much as a very mucky drowned rat.
As if that wasn't bad enough, on our bedraggled return home, small dog was summarily dispatched to the shower, hosed down, shampooed/rinsed (twice), towelled off, then released to whirl through the house like a cartoon Tasmanian Devil.
There is probably a moral to this tale. Something along the lines of 'let sleeping partners lie', or 'don't help out lest you get rewarded with something you don't like'.
Or words to that effect.
Either way, small dog has graciously forgiven us. This may have something to do with the delicately cooked chicken she had for dinner, or the fact that she is currently curled up, warm, snug and fast asleep, on a cushion on the sofa.