Up early this morning..... more orders to package (hurrah!) and the workroom looks like a tip.
Or to be more accurate, more of a tip than usual, due to all the packaging debris littering every surface. So I'll be tackling that shortly.
As I peruse my lengthy list of 'stuff to do', Small Dog has just wandered in from the garden, yawned, stretched and flopped out in her basket. She truly has a 'dog's life'. And a good one at that...... sleeping, eating, napping, camping, dozing, barking, snoozing, running around, relaxing......
Why, oh why can't she be more like this........
Edditt: helo. Small Dog hear. off koars i cood do ENI of thoas thinggs iff i reeli wontid two. mi mum kolld me a yewsless artikel butt i disdane hur krewl wurds. i am meerli saven mi engergee four an imerginsi witch mite arrise att eni momint. Leik runnen up the gardin two bark at the bildrs neckst doar, or chais a wosp, or tri too gett to the doar BEFOAR mi mum whenn the poastmann kumms. Immpoartent stuf liek thatt.