I am writing to tell you that you will not win today. Soaking cannelini beans for tomorrow’s dinner and making bread dough for tonight’s home-made pizza can wait for this afternoon. You already had my attention earlier when you got me to hang out the washing (in the damp weather I might add) and tried to get me to do the dishes, but I escaped you. You do not seem to realise I have a novel to write and a career to promote.
This is my time, so stop trying to steal it from me by tripping me up with your menial tasks. I shall just walk around them and leave them there until later, when I am ready to deal with them.
Until then, bog off.