I don’t think I’m going to get much done today.
I am minding Puppychild.
she is in great form, and is chatting away nineteen to the dozen.
That would be fine, but she is also throwing tennis balls around the room for the dog. So the dog keeps shooting past me and then collapsing on the wooden floor. Dog-breaks don’t work very well on wood. So, between tennis ball whistling past my ears and a dog that keeps collapsing in a heap of fur, I don’t think I’m going to be able to concentrate on much.
Breaking news – she has just decided that there is a crocodile in the house somewhere and has gone off looking for it.
I hope she doesn’t find it…….