It’s Sunday, and a gorgeous 17 degrees here in Healesville. My Siamese, Peabody, just brought in a tail-less lizard that’s still alive.

Bring on the smoke & mirrors: cat food in front of cat, dustpan and broom in front of lizard, quick skip to the garden with lizard, which is, thankfully, unpunctured and now free.

Peabody is a Siamese bought from a pet shop. He has a Siamese head but the fluff of another breed – a squirrel perhaps – and the body of a vegetable: sweet potato comes to mind. 

He has Siamese fetching characteristics and I’m teaching him to dance (well, maybe he thinks I’m teaching him to attack). He has the high mew of a kitten and not that lovely Gang Gang cockatoo croak (though on occasion he seems to find this sound).

How does this relate to ‘housework vs creativity?’. Well, housework doesn’t move me very much and it brings on a bad case of the procrastinations. But chores need to be done, so I’ll ring fence my wayfaring with a to do list:

• mop floors
• have lunch with ex boyfriend
• clean up work email
• knit (ooh, it’s trying to wriggle out of fourth position)
• make dinner
• take a walk
• write a blog before turning in.

I’d better go before my ex comes and he finds me typing and the floors are still covered in fluff bunnies and I’m in my dressing gown and there’s no lunch and no knitting….

Ah, there’s the motivation…