Hurry

I always feel as if I'm in a hurry. Rushing here and there. Doing things at crazy speeds and yet the advice I give to Little Miss, Mr B and my school kids is to 'slow down'.

Why can't I take my own advice? Does it matter if we have a fortnightly takeaway to save me from cooking if I get home late? Does it matter if the dust balls roll under the piano or the Windows show how grubby they are when the sun shines through them?

Not really. But will I listen to myself? Probs not!

Oh well, my feet will continue to be a blur then, I guess!

Night all.

~Barking~