Yes I said that I would look after your dogs for a weekend while you visit friends in York. A weekend is Saturday and Sunday. Today is Thursday and you are not back until the small hours of next flaming Wednesday. You are taking the pi$$!
Your frikkin dogs are here, they have bloody fleas and you haven't brushed the sodding things in a month. They are moulting EVERYWHERE and my flat looks like a bomb has hit it. Yes, I am a dog groomer. A very good dog groomer and I suppose I will have to give them a good brush out and use a furminator on them. To stop my flat looking like a grooming room requires a couple of hours of hard work on my part but I will just have to to that. Your text of 'any chance you can bath them for me?' is a bloody cheek. Yes I can. No I won't. You bought huskies, you look after them.
Hubster got your text saying that we could stay at yours and take ours too so our flat doesn't get fluffy. Cool idea! Yup, we've popped around looking for the dog food you neglected to drop off with them and
I know that I have popped round and done a quick tidy for your weekend return in the past, and you have possibly come to expect that we will run a hoover around in your absence, but I don't have an industrial vacuum, I don't have a flame thrower, I am not even going in that kitchen as the mouldy plates might have legs by now and as for the overflowing bins
Hubster looked in the bedroom (he still has a view to stay at yours to stop our flat looking like your flat) and backed out double quick, looking a bit pale. Neither of us dare look in the bathroom.
Your brother rang and said "I see you got lumbered with the dogs" Turned out that friend tried the 'weekend' thing on him a couple of months ago and was gone for 10 days. He also said "You know that he is expecting you to have a wee tidy up to make it nice for his homecoming again". I asked if he'd seen the flat and he said "why do you think that I turned the dogs away"
I am going for a little lay down now. Possibly a cry.
Oh, I am taking no responsibility if they batter the top gate down and escape again. No riding for me today as I can't get out of the front door without your bloody dogs battering the gate and rushing the front door. I've caught them once today. They can stay in until Hubster comes home from dialysis.
And breathe
*Reminder to self* Stop being nice and start telling people to poke off when they ask 'favours'