“Take a lazy morning, Bwucie,” said my idle genes.
“No, no!” said the vege garden. “Get yourself bent over like a fence staple and then get these beans processed for the freezer.”
“Sun is temporarily shining, get the delicates outta the machine and on the line, ‘cos they can’t go in the dryer,” nagged the washing machine.
“You’re certainly taking your time over that cuppa tea by ya keyboard,” was the message from all the weeds in the garden. “Better you develop an action plan for us, because we are not the only thing growing out here. Lawns are gonna need a mow soon as well.”
Alright already!
At least the painting (outside and inside) that needs doing had nothing to say for itself, nor tidy the garage and clean all the ceilings.
The kayaks, the paddleboard, the pushbikes and the motorsickle all seem to have lost their voices. I would like to hear from them. I would like a chance to renew their acquaintance.