'Yet again the winner is.....'

Dare I admit it?

I will.

I’m always amazed at just how much paper I end up strimming…I mean shredding!   I’ve been spending the morning once again, working my way through carefully arranged piles of paper that rapidly seem to amass on the study desk!  Naturally, most of it appears to be ‘junk’ mail. However, I’m faced with the need to make decisions over various items I’ve been undecided about over the months…if not longer!

In short, if one is a ‘squirrel’ it becomes almost impossible to finally part with some items, and yet the question has to be asked….Why have I kept them, and do I really need them?

Minutes from meetings….which inevitably have my doodles all over them…… ‘Why was I there?’

I decide it’s time for them to go, and the shredding begins.

‘Blimey guv, it sounds like you’re felling trees in here!’

The boy Bing has popped his head into the room to see what the old poop is up to.

‘It was getting so noisy old poop, I’m surprised the chaps playing snooker in the other room didn’t complain.’

Smart, as the lad is, he still hasn’t quite rumbled that television only has audio into the home and not out!

‘Sorry for the noise Bing, but it’s a job that has to be done.’

He wrinkles his nose and hops up on to a chair, strategically placed for him to be able to observe events occuring outside.

‘I see that brown job…’ (a retriever) ‘has managed to persuade old floppy hat, to take him for a stroll.’

He frowns at me very pointedly.

‘Ah.’

‘Ah indeed, aged codger.’

‘M’mmm.’

‘And yes, m’mmm as well ol’ huff and puffer!’

I return to the job at hand, and the lads chin rests on the top of the chest of drawers, and there is an audible sigh.

‘Bing?’

The tail starts to wag in expectation.

‘Yes guv?’

‘I think it most important that I continue with this task, frankly it is vital work, and one has to prioritise such things.’

‘Yes guv.’

I have made my point most firmly!  Well sometimes one simply has to show who’s boss…………two minutes later we are trundling down the pavement, the lad full of beans and the aged poop wondering how that happened!

‘Bing?’

‘M’mmm?’

Suddenly the lad is mighty vague, and being busy taking in the ‘delightful’ scents percolating around Lowtown this particular A.M.

‘We really can’t be out and about too long, I must get back to my tasks.’

‘M’mmm?’

‘Yes, I’ve been putting certain tasks off far too long, and as that porter chap in The Railway Children said…. ‘Perks must be about It!’'

The lad in front is not listening.

We are now, a few feet from entering the ancient forest. A path beckons, squirrels and such will observe our stroll, and the lads hooter up front, is working overtime!

　
And the old poop?

Never really stood a chance!

'You know it makes sense guv!'