It Is 8:25-AM.....

.....I am due at work at 10-AM (hours are being messed around massively; don't ask) which means I need to start out at 9:25-AM.
     I need to vacuum. The floor in every room in the house is disgusting. Everything else is just about passable (for now) but the floor's aren't. They really need seeing to.
     If I don't do it now, I won't have a chance to do it at all today. I don't finish until 4-PM and once I have trudged home again almost every second of the evening is taken up with other stuff that has to be done.
     So I have to do it now.

BUT, I have a dog on my feet.
     He has just a few moments ago decided that that is where he wants to be and after arranging himself artistically so that he was both comfortable and definitely pinning me down at the same time, he immediately fell asleep and started snoring contentedly.
     He hardly ever gives me affection like this.
     If I move either of my feet the likelhood is that he will get off in a huff and stalk off into a corner to sulk.
     I don't want this to happen.
     I want him to keep on cuddling me (shut up. In Bingo's World, this counts as cuddling, OK?), because it hardly ever happens and it is really lovely and I am really enjoying it.
     So I can't move.

.....That's a good enough excuse to leave the floors disgusting, right?
     .....Right??

Alice x

35 Minutes Later:
     Damnit, the bugger moved!
     If I get my skates on, there is still technically time to vacuum at least the majority of the house.

=SIGHS=