I wouldn't say I am cross, but mildly miffed perhaps.
The thing is I have been away for a few weeks or so and upon coming back to the pile, I find that cook has been over free with the carrots.
Now normally I wouldn't mind this excess, because Lambert usually knows when I am due to return but this time it was rather short notice, and so he clearly hasn't had time to clear things up to my entire satisfaction, and his salvation.
The thing is, the hound likes to worry the death out of carrots but being a lazy slob of a dog, he tends to leave evidence of such ruminative cogitation wheresoever Cook has been lax enough to hand them to him. Which is why my ante room, dressing room and study all bear the accusing remnant of his carrot adventures.
Now I am going to have to roll up my sleeves and pick all of this orange profligacy up by hand, since the Dyson refuses to play such arduous employ. The very act of my rolling up of sleeves, metaphorical or otherwise, always inspires Lambert to nervous acquiescence and I thus have a morning of watching him on hands and knees picking up carroty bits while simultaneously fighting off an excited dog who thinks all his dog Christmases have come at once, what with carrots and Lambert to savage.
Housecleaning indeed.
Lizzie xx