Contrary to what you might be thinking, my workroom has been a veritable hive of activity this past week and the HQ of Tower House Dolls, (Incorporated, Amalgamated, Consolidated and very, very Limited) has seen its workforce step up a gear.
Well, not ALL of the workforce obviously.
Small Dog is still on sick leave following her leg surgery last week, and is milking the sympathy vote for all she's worth. For the first 6 weeks post surgery she has to be very careful. Frequent, short walks, no off lead time, even in the garden, no doing stairs or jumping up.
For the first three or four days she existed in a post-anaesthetic fug, barely moving from her basket by herself, not eating or drinking and looking thoroughly sorry for herself. However, just over a week following the op she's walking around, albeit mostly on three legs still, eating and drinking normally and reluctant to be contained.
Nevertheless we are carrying her up the garden steps to the lawn, and when she has completed her ablutions she comes and stands at the wall to be picked up and carried back down again. Ditto with the stairs in the house.
However, she is unmoved when I suggest that as the 'Face' of Tower House Dolls she should perhaps be easing back into her role as sleeping partner. She assumes a pained expression and looks mournfully at her bandaged leg. In return, I have pointed out that as her remuneration package includes a share of the notional profits she cannot expect her normal biscuit ration if she's not contributing, but this has fallen on wilfully deaf ears.
As I write she is still in bed, wrapped up in her little doggy duvet, snoring her furry head off.
No matter.... with a fair looming in just over a week I will be working throughout the weekend in order to complete everything currently on my to do list so I'd better go and get on.....