D is for...

Da Doggie.

Before one of our nephews could master Gretal, she became nicknamed 'da doggie'. She is particularly sleepy this evvening, and having been called into photograph action I got three shots before she nestled in to sleep on Ad's lap again.

One more day to go until leave. As usual have left myself a stupid amount to do. And almost had a minor breakdown tonight when I realised that our computer had wiped the web address for remote acccess - much love to three colleagues who responded to desperate messages for the address. Just got to get enough sleep now to get through tomorrow, pack and head south. E is for...