"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God."
- Unknown
I love the above quote- whoever wrote it certainly knew cats. Mine sits on the wall, waiting for breakfast & occasionally throwing me a withering look.  I send one back but I'm not sure she receives it; if she does, she ignores it. 
It's seven-thirty on a bright sunny morning and after a few hectic days I've decided that this will be a day of play.  Having made this resolution I immediately think of at least six things I must do.  Books lie around, wating to be culled for the charity shop, clothes lie around waiting to be taken upstairs - the latter not a big job but as my balance is still not right I cling to two bannister railings when mounting the stairs, & in the case of taking clothes back in bulk, drag a  full plastic bin liner behind me.
A nautical friend devised a method of taking a full bag upstairs by a complicated method that invovled a washing line - it was brilliant; one stood on the landing and just hauled away - singing the ocassional shanty.   Unfortunetely, he left in a huff and took his nautical line with him.  I have never been able to remember how it was done. Ah, me. . .