Disgruntled

Not as early as a week-day start but Bailey was fairly insistent that he wanted a walk at 7 this morning. I drew the line at going around the block in my pyjamas but relented and we were out and walking before half past. An early-ish start was required to head to spin with the bestest friend for the first time in about 6 weeks. It was hard work but of the enjoyable kind - well, that is until the aching legs kick in. 

A food shop once I was home and sorted, another walk for Bailey and then the usual Saturday washing and tidying  before I succumbed to a bit of an afternoon nap. I cut the grass and did the pile of ironing whilst Bailey slept on. And tonight I've settled down to watch Strictly and Bailey hasn't settled until it was over. We had to walk part way through and this was his response when I didn't respond to his first or even his second call. He's going to have to get used to it on a Saturday night.