Here’s Simon’s quilt, half put together, half not, spread out on the lounge room floor. Today is the day that I have to work full pelt on this or it won’t be ready in time.
The boys were still asleep. I was happily sewing, walking from the quilt patches on the floor to the machine, sewing them in order. I don’t have time to unpick if I get something wrong.
I decided to put some music on, so I crouched down near the quilt to get the ‘Sound Relief’ dvd out and play it as I sew. I turned around and Bertie was sitting behind me waiting for a pat.
“Hello Mum. I love you. I’m wagging my tail in adoration of your loveliness. I know I’m beautiful so please pat me and love me.”
So I did.
Until I stood up and saw this:
“Sh#t! P**s Off!” I shrieked, like a lady would.
He stayed there, wgging his tail all the more.
Bits of fabric were flying in all directions. Molly woke up and came over to see what the problem was.
Meanwhile, Bertie hung around, uncertainly wondering what he was meant to do. Go outside? Go away? Stay closer to assure me of his love?
“I am uncertain of what to do now. I thought we were having a moment but now Mum is waving her hands and swearing at me. I’ve got my worried eyes on. Perhaps I should sit here and stare at her? She normally likes that. I’m in trouble but I don’t know why. Maybe I should leave….”
“… I could put the blame on her…?”