A dog-loving friend of mine posted this on her FB page the other day and it really struck a chord with me....
Today I am taking a break from the despised soft-cleaning to tackle the even more hated annual accounts.
Or I should be.
I keep wandering into the dining room, surveying the big box which contains all of my 2017-18 paperwork, sighing deeply, then wandering back out again. I have made half-hearted attempts to tidy up in the workroom, until my conscience forced me to do something useful.
So I printed out a set of labels and stuck them onto envelopes which will contain the month-by-month expenses and receipts. However, far from being buoyed by this admittedly paltry progress, I felt annoyed at my lack of anything approaching progress.
So I have decided that what I REALLY need is a growlery.
Scene: Sandra is dallying from room to room, trying to find something to do, nominally more urgent than starting the annual accounts. A small, but menacing growl, alerts her to the presence of Small Dog, who has deserted her customary spot in the office and is standing in the sitting room doorway.
SD: *self importantly* Whott is this rubish abowt yue kneading a growllury?
Me: *dramatically... throwing myself down on the sofa* It's my restless, questing spirit SD. I am out of sorts and in an ill humour. I need somewhere quiet and soothing to restore my equilibrium.
SD: *derisively* Eckwillibryum? Bollox....Yue knead to wooman upp and just gett on with itt. Growllury indeeed.
*warming to her theme* If eniwun in this hows kneads a growllury itts ME!
Alsew.... beein orl dramatick and kollapsen on the sofar is MY job. Yue ar the karm and kollektid wun!
Me:*tremulously* Oh... but SD.... I am stricken. It's the accounts you know. I simply can't go on..... *sobs into cushion*
SD:*suspiciously* Yure taken the pis.. arrnt yue. Maken fun of me jusst becoss ai am sensitif and hav phyner pheelens. Itts mai artistick tempramint as wel yue kno.
Me:*thoughtfully* Well, yes. Of course. You are indeed the Sarah Bernhardt of the doggy world.
SD:*preening* Ai shal taik thatt as a komplimint!
Me: As you wish SD. As you wish....