The things it takes
The things it takes to get Mum to tidy our office. I’ve been complaining for a while that there’s barely enough floor space for me and Ari to stretch out. Now, to be fair, part of the problem is that we have a very big bed taking up a lot of space. I often want to stretch out on the floor next to it, but that’s not the point. The point is that there are boxes and papers everywhere. They are most definitely not things I’ve left lying around.
When we came home after the weekend there was a bad smell, which is either coming from the hall or the office. Mum has concluded that the only sensible thing is to move everything in the office to work out where it’s coming from.
Mammoth job
It is proving a mammoth job. I lost count of the number of trips Mum made yesterday out to the recycling bin. The worrying thing is that a lot of what she was taking was things we’d brought with us from our old house. That means Mum packed them and put them into storage. She then had them redelivered here only to keep them for a over a year and throw them out. Once again, how is it that humans are seen as the more intelligent species?
Diet food
In a worrying turn of events, Mum is actually weighing my food portions to make sure I don’t have more than the packet says. My response of ‘Well that doesn’t look much,’ didn’t get me anywhere. Why is losing weight so hard, but putting it on so easy? There have to be better ways to get my waistline sorted. I need an ‘eat yourself thin’ type of diet. If you know of one that works, please let me know.
Love
Wilma
