The idea is to try and find clothes stashed away in my cupboard. Since I’m very untidy I try to make a deal with the young one to help me tidy the mess. But she has other plans and leaves me to get on with the darn chore. I start with the folding and settle them in neat piles. This goes on for a couple of hours, days even but I’m bored! Why did I even bother, I chastise myself, because I know by the end of the week mayhem will unfold once again! Perhaps I should have agreed to the terms laid down by the pipsqueak. So I try in my ‘humblest’ voice and request her assistance, but she’s way too smart this one. Her demands have skyrocketed. “Forget it!” I tell her. “Whatever. You wanted help and now you crib.” “Sweetheart I do want your help, but please be reasonable?” “Pfftt!” “Now that’s rude! I’m trying to negotiate a reasonable offer here…” “You call 200 bucks a good offer? No way! Have you seen what I have to do?” “Yeah I know and because you are so good at it I’m
A little bit of this and that and then some.