Uh oh...

L: I think Mum's ill today.
P: Why?
L: The Dyson has been out.
P: Well, that's becoming a weekly 'habit' isn't it?
L: True, but it's got worse...guess what I saw her do...
P: I dunno...hoover the sofa?
L: Worse than that...she put that flat attachment bit on and hoovered the walls...and the ceiling...and the beams...and every surface she could find that she is supposed to dust!
P: Bonkers!
L: Yup. And then, well then she waxed the wooden dining table.
P: Eh?? Seriously?
L: Yup, I kid you not. And she cleaned the sunroom. And the bathroom. And she washed the door and a window. And...get this...I saw a kitchen cleaning product being used on the worktops!!
P: Crikey - have you called for an ambulance?
L: Nah, she'll get over it in a minute. But it has made her really grumpy - like a small child - I think she needs to catch up on some sleep! Watch out though - she'll attach dusters to your feet if you stand still for too long.
P: In the meantime - what you doing in bed in the garden??
L: She's seems to have forgotten to put me back in the house...what you doing?
P: Waiting for Grandad to throw my new frisbee...I know he thinks he throws it a lot, and we have played for hours already, but I have a few extra calories to burn and he needs to help me!
L: You and that bloody frisbee....I think I'll just roll over and zzzzzzzzz........