Big Faff

SHE is doing one. A big FAFF that is. Roo has refused to go out on a morning walk due to the weather, running upside to hide under the bed covers. SHE decided to use the 30 reclaimed minutes (ten were spent trying to encourage Roo back downstairs) doing something else.
Only thing is she can't find the thesaurus she wanted to do something too ( yep, you heard right; don't ask, weirdo) and she can't find the the wool that she swears (atrocious behaviour and rather rude) that she stashed somewhere safe.

So instead she faffed and achieved a big, fat, zero.

I might as well have had an extra 30 minutes walking.

I ain't scared of a traffic lined wet walk.

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