....lie in bed till lunchtime....it really is nearly 12 and he was not getting out of bed for anything, no breakfast, no sniff in the garden, bark at the birds...nothing....
...take a long leisurely bath...
...in the puddle on the garage roof..... it's all safe.... the dogs still asleep....
Spend the rest of the day either ironing and packing for your holiday next week....
.....or on the phone. I'm ready to go(apart from those wretched books Charlotte wants taking that I can't buy anywhere) Darsh has gone to London....
My blog won't work properly, so I am going to have to put 2 entries in 1 day.... whatever have I done wrong now?
Joe just loves a bit of "poor dog's bacon" a bread crust wiped round the bacon pan and a bit of my egg white that I can't bear to eat. He usually has to fight off dad for every morsel, but when daddys away....he's a happy dog.
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