Consistency

"Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead."
Aldous Huxley

I am luxuriating in the duvet.

If aprecious can't be bothered to get up what's a dog to do? Take herself for a walk? Get her own breakfast? Knit some socks?

The devil will make work for idle paws to do. Be warned.

I'm not allowed on the bed. Except when it suits. On or off? What's it to be? Aprecious needs to develop a bit of consistency. She needs to be consistent in methods, practice and principles otherwise I'll turn out to be as neurotic bonkers eccentric as all the other animals in this house. Whose fault is that aprecious, eh?

Whose?

Now what mischief can I get up to today?

Knackered. Pretending not to be.