Driven to Distraction.

Thursday went past in a whirl of activity, I still had my usual jobs but I also had to catch up on all the jobs I had put off while I was getting ready for Laura's birthday. One job that simply couldn't be put off any longer was cleaning the hall carpet, but unfortunately I had far too much help. I started by hoovering which prompted Meg the dog to attack the hoover, each time I wanted to push the hoover forward there she was there to chase it back. Picking up an aerosol can had a magical effect, Meg vanished into the lounge to make herself invisible while Oreo streaked past me in the other direction. I sprayed the carpet with the carpet cleaner, and got down on my knees to work it into the carpet but as soon as I put the can down Oreo reappeared to attack the foam that was blocking his way to the kitchen and his food bowl. Meg didn't want to be outdone by a cat and decided that in the absence of her favourite fox poo, this foam would be good to roll in, so I had to work the foam in with one hand while waving the aerosol can in the other to scare away the animals! Fortunately the end result was good, I had to leave it to dry and then hoover it again and it looked much better, so perhaps the exorbitant price for the product was justified after all.

In the Dog House

Robbie has been 'in the dog house' for a few days. Being a man it took him about three days to notice my irritation and when he finally became aware of my displeasure he had no idea what he had done wrong. This annoyed me even more and I left him to work it out, an inspired decision as it turned out, because in the process of working it out he revealed a number of transgressions that I was totally unaware of! After about 4 days, he still didn't have a clue what was bothering me and even when I told him it was a 'sin of omission' he was clueless. I know he's a train planner, but I didn't think I would have to provide him with a diagram to help him work it out!
It wasn't exactly a minor issue, he had ripped up the lounge carpet and carted it off to the tip, but he had just left the floor bare with the furniture all in the wrong place and he had made no attempt to order or even discuss new floor covering! The little matter of Christmas looming on the horizon and just the need for some sort of order was really getting me down. Having had the problem spelled out for him he had difficulty finding a window in his busy schedule because he is going to a model railway exhibition today. Thank goodness for late night shopping, the floor covering is ordered and normal service has been resumed!