On Mothering Sunday

It has been a strangely quiet day here today. The Owner came downstairs in a strangely melancholic mood and these are always a worry as you never quite know what his behaviour will turn to. He has moped around the house and lit candles everywhere, frankly I worry about the soot on the ceiling as you would imagine.

There are two special candles lit by the picture of his Mum who I never knew but clearly has a lot to answer for and seems to be in some way responsible so far today for his apparent melancholy. After two large mugs of tea and an equally large coffee he starts to fidget and this is the dangerous time coz you never know quite what scheme is beginning to hatch inside his mind. Suddenly he jumps up....... a plan has clearly formed! He goes out into the boot room and rummages around behind the fridge and drags out something covered in cobwebs and other dust. Something which clearly hasn't seen the light of day for quite a while. I think it is called an ironing board. His ironing and drying seems normally to comprise putting wet clothes in tumble dryer... taking dry clothes out of tumble dryer and throwing them into basket in a heap. Then each morning the said heap is rummaged around until he finds the least creased shirt and putting it on with a jacket or jumper quickly over the top so no-one knows he hasn't ironed it. Several shirts which had clearly been the most creased for quite a while were liberated from behind the tumble dryer, brushed down and put in a heap for ironing. The iron was also liberated from under the big heap of shirts that were too creased to wear and all were put to good use. The heap of neatly folded shirts and towels and other stuff was growing steadily as he tried to convince, um, well himself mainly, that this wouldn't take a moment to do. Oh how we laughed, as he squirted water out of his steam iron all over me as I curled up on the carpet until, perhaps unsurprisingly, it ran out of water. So he goes grumbling off out into the kitchen to find a jug to replenish the water. Now picture this, the dining room carpet is covered with little heaps of freshly ironed stuff and there was no where for me to curl up for my mid morning snooze. So while he was out in the kitchen looking for a clean jug and making himself his second coffee of the morning (he is going to be so hyper later) I curled up on top of the two biggest heaps on the floor. Towels and sheets. I was a little lopsided but otherwise, after a bit of scratching around and rearranging, I was feeling quite comfortable on top. However on his return, he seemed a little less than enamoured with my choice of cushion for my snooze! I am now shut in the bootroom since you ask!