When you are claiming most of the sofa it seems inexplicable that you’d squish yourself against the back.
Only moving if the puppy fancied joining to show her there’s no space.
I read the instructions to the best of my ability.
The information is tricky to say the least.
And took hours to get working.
However the rolled hem is pretty.
And the cat just sticks his tongue out at you.
I’m shattered and needed a lay in.
It’s been a stressful week at school.
But at 8.30 my lay in looked like this…
I must remember the times like this when all the love is shown. It’s so easy to forget when things are hard.
Today I learned a lot of stuff, mostly about not coping and the side effects.
It was genuinely fascinating.
This evening I just demonstrated what I’d learnt.
I have some amazing people in my life, and some awesome furry friends.
She was laying there, but I am his territory.
They claim he is terrified of her, but now as when I woke she is is snuggling in and he is stomping on top of her before snuggling down.
Stroppy little madam is sulking, in part because: I’ve watched 3 films today (and one at the cinema); it is raining; Gin is on my lap; and because I slept on the sofa last night.
I hope a peace is brokered soon, it’s lonely without her on the sofa too.