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Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Duvet duvet you're so groovey!

Many of you know that Swordfish has a great aversion to DIY, house work, gardening and general domestic duties but even I was was amazed - and that's an understatement - by his antics last night.

Perhaps I should say lack of antics.

With the weather being so good the bed linen was washed, dried and aired all in one day. No one likes to re-make the bed and the huge duvet cover is always a battle. I often find myself lost in the volumes of material.

Old Sworders had a long day at work and the first week of chemotherapy is always difficult, so he announced he was off to bed but asked me where was the duvet. 'In the bedroom as always' I replied knowing it had no cover on it and knowing he was prompting me subtly to put a cover on it.

I followed up a few minutes later and entered the room to be confronted by Swordfish, in his pants, laying on the bed without any covers and the quilt still folded on the floor.

He smiled, I smiled back - kind of!

I picked up the quilt and placed it on the bed. With him still on it you understand.

He didn't move. Actually, he did raise his arms.

He continued to smile as I struggled with the cover and the subsequent shaking, fluffing and puffing of the quilt.

The process took a good 3 minutes and he just lay there and smiled, well, smirked I think.

I grimaced back.

To be honest, it was quite funny and mildly entertaining and I almost laughed but couldn't.

Wouldn't!
Never!

3 comments:

  1. Yes Kitten, I realise that I took laziness to a whole new stratosphere there, but I was absolutely cream-crackered.

    I note that when I first hinted about wanting to go to bed that you showed no sign at all of wanting to tear yourself away from my beautiful LED TV, so I guess that puts you up there in the selfishness stakes. I mean, someone as inept as me in the duvet covering stakes at least needs a bit of help :-)

    When I was watching you expertly finesse the duvet into its cover I had my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth to stop myself from bursting out laughing. Every shake of the duvet and its cover reached a hyperbolic symbolic shriek from your disdain of my inertia.

    Such moments are made in wind-up heaven, but even if you had asked for help you know that I wouldn't have :-)

    Purr Kitten, purr.

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  2. Cymraes says: I don't know whether that beats Grumpy's call from the living to the kitchen for me to come and turn the television over. That was in 1963 I hasten to add!!

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  3. are you saying 'like father like son'?

    oh dear! x

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