Wistful

Typically, when I needed to get up this morning and not have a lie-in, Bailey took a while to stir his bones. I got some jobs done whilst he was thinking about it and then we walked around the big block in the sunshine. Home to hang the washing out and then a double supermarket shop. More tidying, a bit of telly catch up and ironing before our visitors arrived and Bailey gave them a suitably enthusiastic welcome. His visit to the groomers has been delayed for a few days to next Sunday. He'll be able to see out under his eyebrows then.