'Progress' is a funny thing. I frequently compare my life to Muffy's and wonder where it all went wrong. She wakes me at 6 every morning, as regular as an alarm clock, pops out into the garden to do a wee, and comes back in for her breakfast - special stuff sold only by vets (of course). It's then time to chase leaves or butterflies in the garden, followed by a sunbake beside the pool and a lick to clean herself. Later in the day she curls up on her outside bed, sleeps till dinner time, comes in and demands more food, hops onto my lap while I watch TV and check her for ticks, complains when I get up to go to bed, but happily tiptoes behind me into the bedroom and sleeps soundly on top of me all night.
Every day is the same. On the other hand, I get up and head for the loo, have a wash, clean my teeth and comb my hair, have breakfast, wash up, tidy up, put a load of washing in the machine, hang it on the line, sweep the yard, have a shower and wash my hair, put on face cream, eye cream, lip cream, makeup, dry hair and put stuff on it, get dressed, walk Emma to school, practise the piano, learn some Japanese, do the shopping, check my emails and fight with the computer when it doesn't want to work, prepare lunch, make some phone calls, do some gardening, go to exercise class, pick Emma up from school, take her to piano lesson, come home, dust and vacuum, do the ironing, prepare and eat dinner, wash up, watch a bit of telly, then fall exhausted into bed with a heavy cat on top of me.
Now I ask you, which of us has it all worked out?
Every day is the same. On the other hand, I get up and head for the loo, have a wash, clean my teeth and comb my hair, have breakfast, wash up, tidy up, put a load of washing in the machine, hang it on the line, sweep the yard, have a shower and wash my hair, put on face cream, eye cream, lip cream, makeup, dry hair and put stuff on it, get dressed, walk Emma to school, practise the piano, learn some Japanese, do the shopping, check my emails and fight with the computer when it doesn't want to work, prepare lunch, make some phone calls, do some gardening, go to exercise class, pick Emma up from school, take her to piano lesson, come home, dust and vacuum, do the ironing, prepare and eat dinner, wash up, watch a bit of telly, then fall exhausted into bed with a heavy cat on top of me.
Now I ask you, which of us has it all worked out?
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