Worried!

The dog, that is.

This evening I moved a load of boxes into my flat, and poor Liffey wasn't very happy. She knows someone's leaving when we start packing the car with stuff, unless we reassure her that she's coming too by putting her bed in the boot. She was happy when we all came back home. Moving in on Monday evening, scary times!

I was working again today, sorting out the greetings cards which is always a little frustrating ... are people incapable of putting cards back where they find them? It seems not. But it felt good to be doing something.