I am never alone in my house in the middle of the day.
It's weird.
And I'm still wearing my jammies.
I went in my jammies and rubbed on Bobby and then I split and now I am sitting here listening to some very thumpy music and drinking coffee with a corgi on my feet.
I'm supposed to be getting ready for Thursday because apparently my hunting-rum-lasagne-pie scenario has been rejected by the powers that be. (That would be my mother.)
Now what?
Here is Rosie sitting in my lap.
