My cure

Today has been a frustrating day, I was resigned to wallowing in a pit of self pity tonight, until I see this wee chap on the return from my run.

He's always excited to see me when he's out. His eyes prick up and his tail stands up and he runs along the street with me. He almost has that dog-like enthusiasm.

I love my Wesley so much; he's easily the cure for self pity, well for everything really! This may not be the best photo (or even in focus) but it cheered me up no end.

Things that went wrong today; Getting out of bed, work, epic fail in getting commonwealth games tickets despite over 100 phone calls and 7 hours in an online queue, forgetting my purse (again) so no lunch for Susan, missing the pedal of my bike and scraping my leg, my entire run.

Lasagne, bath and an early night is the only way forward. That and Wesley time of course!