Worn out

I had a bit of a restless night due to the heat but I wasn't up too early. Bailey was walked before it became too unbearable and I was working by half eight. The heat was a bit of an unwelcome backdrop to a job that needed quite a lot of concentration. Bailey kept shifting his position between sunshine, shade and the coolness of the kitchen floor. My work was punctuated with grass cutting, tidying and hoovering but it did get done. 

And tonight, we ran. Down the back lane, round and back through the estate. One minute running; one minute walking and lots of gasping for air. Not sure why Bailey was needing a lie-down when I got back. I was the one who was legitimately knackered!