Interrupted

After a busy day, an evening watching (listening to) the TV beckoned, accompanied by some work on some of the needlework that keeps me out of the biscuit tin...
ArchieMacDoodle had other ideas and was quite determined he was more cross than any stitches I was attempting. The "sin bin" was the only option to protect his nose and my work. Once he was safely tucked up in his crate I stitched in (relative) peace while he gnawed his bone noisily in protest before collapsing into a sulky, snoring stupor.