Exhausted

In addition to our normal Saturday walk, we had lots of people coming and going. First to look at the pool, give us quotes for its repair, then one for replacement carpets and another to refurb the sofa that the bold boy has been instrumental in flattening out.

All that activity took its toll.

Once I came back from Bookclub and Arnie was home from playing tennis, he took up one of his favourite positions, snoring his head off.

Such a hard life.