'But it's man's work!'
So I ended up cleaning my own - and later - the children's shoes. Which meant that no-one in our family, other than Husband who gave his shoes a quick rub each day, had shiny shoes. To this day I wear dirty shoes.
But as we're going to the in-laws I thought I'd give my beloved boots a polish. (Mainly because they'd got Devonshire mud on them.) George was in the front garden so I took my pouf and shoe-shining equipment out there and sat with him in the sunshine.
Which would have been fine had not Younger Son come home and started getting his lunch. Food is always more appealing to George than my company so I was left on my own sitting on the path, polishing my boots and looking like a twit.
Speaking of George, I was watching him the other day and thinking that, really, he's a pretty good dog these days.
Apart from the escaping of course. And eating his bed. And digging up the flower tubs.