Mr Industrious September 18, 2005
I’ve been sitting here phaffing on the computer for a while now, thinking that I should grab the wet washing and take it out and hang it. Just as I thought ‘five more minutes…’ for the umpteenth time, Mark went past on his way out the door with the basket. He really is amazing.
Last night Finn apparently started chatting, so Mark got up to settle him and hopped into the spare bed to avoid startling me coming back to our room. I knew nothing about this until Cosmo woke me at 6.30.
Since I got up up Mark has taken Finn to the shops to get the newspaper for me (we don’t get it delivered any more), given Finn breakfast, taken Finn to the park, put Finn down for a sleep, started preparations for tonight’s dinner, done some washing and gone out to hang it. All while I’ve been wandering around the house looking befuddled.
I think they need to add ‘Mr Industrious’ to the Mr Men series. He could be kinda cute looking with glasses and he’d have to have 8 arms like an Indian deity, each of them holding a different household implement.
you are very sweet. this makes me sound much more useful than I really am.