It's a dog's life. Moving around with the sun through the window, a scratch, a yawn, a bit of kibble and a walk.
She'll be more than happy it's half term this week as she loves company, cuddling up on the sofa especially. I've given up saying it's out of bounds and just let her get on with it. Usually there's a black cat at the other side of the blanket, bookends.
I've got the utilities man coming today to give me the whizz-bang meters that read themselves. I tidied a path through the cellar for him but I hope he's not a large man. Just saying. And I even went to the tip with some stuff yesterday. It breeds, especially worn-out, knackered stuff that should have gone years ago, that you thought had gone years ago. Or is that only in this house?
