The Last Thing I Did 2day

I don't know if it's true - what they (whoever 'they' are) say about women being able to successfully perform many tasks at once, but we seem to believe in our own legend, feeling the need to have a go, no matter how unsuccessful the outcome looks likely to be, proud that we gave it our best shot and tried it anyway, like this incredibly long senrtence I find myself in the process of writing whilst simultaneously making breakfast for my helpless husband, applying make-up, tying my hair up, kicking the dogs out into the garden for a wee, plus letting them back in again and advising my husband that yes, that would be an unreasonable request at such a time as this, then just to shut him up about it, saying that maybe I would consider it doable at a later date when I am feeling a little less harassed and don't have such an urgent need to finish getting dressed, whilst attempting (unsuccessfully, I might add) to say goodbye to the very nice lady who won't take no for an answer with regard to the survey I say I don't have the time or inclination to help with about what kinds of theft-worthy worldly goods I own and keep in my house, and although the survey is totally confidential, I say I think I would mind the fact that any information I give will be passed on to a million different companies who will no doubt be happy to phone me on a daily basis with requests for money, and although I am feeling bad knowing that in the end I will have to rudely hang up on her, by now I am going blue in the face from having just wrapped a very long, trailing silk scarf twice around my neck, bent (knowing my husband is watching with that all too familiar silly grin on his face, still hoping I'll change my mind, though probably knowing from passed experience, that I almost certainly won't, yet still not letting it cross his mind to help me out here - for once) double, picking up a rubber dog toy, discarded on the carpet I am trying to...Urrgh... Hooverbeforeleavingthehousetogoto wor...K

The last part of this sad tale has obviously had to be written by someone else. The moral of the story is, as far as I can see, Ladies - never attempt to vacuum wearing a scarf.

And if you do, it might be nice if you stocked up the freezer with plenty of tasty microwavale meals in advance, instead of thoughtlessly relying on the erroneous concept that you will always be around to cook dinner from scratch as usual, when you get in from work.

Ps. I don't think my request was that unreasonable. The saddest thing of all is that if she hadn't been so stubborn, she might still be here today. Is there another lesson here? I think there is...