I have just about had enough.
I postponed the carpet shampooing yesterday because I was bollixed. Last night Penny decided to treat me to a series of floods on the carpet. I’m running short of paper again.
This morning, she woke me by jumping off the bed and greeting the day with a massive flood on the bedroom carpet. The room is beginning to stink again. The soda I had sprinkled yesterday had soaked up a fair quality of pee and had formed a crust on the floor. I decided against entering the Manor in the “Home of the Year” thing on television.
After making myself a mug of tea I sat to contemplate the situation. Penny promptly peed on the carpet again. Where the fuck does she get all that liquid from?
I hauled out the machine and filled it up with shampoo and a dash of disinfectant. I did the bedroom floor. I refilled the tank and started on the living room floor. I had to fill the tank again. I eventually finished and both carpets look great. In particular the one in the living room looks brand new. So it should after twelve liters of water, shampoo and disinfectant. I sat back to rest my weary bones.
Penny promptly dropped a large shit on the carpet.
I give up.
I think I’ll wander down to the village and stroll around, stark naked and wishing everyone a Happy Birthday. I’d stick a tulip up my arse but they’re out of season. With a bit of luck some nice men in white coats will collect me and deposit me in a nice quiet room, all on my own, with no dog.