The perfectionist in me is being pushed to the limits.  I’ve got my in-laws coming and I’m just not ready.  I’ve kept saying to myself – “it’s only B&S, they’re family, they’ll take us as they find us.”

So why is it that I keep looking at the windows I’ve cleaned and thinking I could do better.  Why is it that my to do list is longer now than when I started.  And why, oh why, whyyyyyyyyy haven’t I finished all the ironing.

Because I’ve been working.  I’ve had to make a mercy mission to spend an hour at the lawyers signing a mountain of papers for my best friend.

To keep the lid on my perfectionist stress I just shut the door and went walking with the dogs.  It’s all you need as an antidote to the stupid pressures that I put on myself.

Bassets just don’t do stress – well unless you are being chased by the vacuum cleaner or mower tractor. Or the wheel barrow. Or indeed anything that moves on wheels and makes a noise.It’s hardly surprising because when you come down to basset level there is lots of interesting things to sniff and see.

That’s not to say that when I open the door again the chores are done or the work deadlines met.  It’s just that having that small antidote gives you better perspective on it all.  Much better than a squashy stress ball that just gives me RSI from squeezing it too much!

What’s your antidote to stress?