Packed

I could have done without a wake-up call from Bailey at five thirty this morning but we didn't get up properly until nine which felt like a proper treat on a Friday. A walk around the big block in what felt like a warmer morning than we have had, before we came home to start the sorting and packing. Bailey has been most disconcerted by it all throughout the day. He's obviously worked out that we are going somewhere but doesn't like the preparations. He did like a visit from his favourite to pick up our things and just about allowed him out of the front door. 

Very little done this evening. I have inhabited the sofa and Bailey has inhabited the spare bed. He'll not be able to do that for the next week.