Evie this morning. Sick. Unwell. Can’t cope with ordinary tasks. Fed water with pipette. Fussed. Raspberries on belly from mummy.
I go out to get my jobs done. Here’s Evie shortly after me leaving her.
On hearing my car arrive home, Evie returns from garden and goes to bed. No more pippet for this naughty madam. And no collar this evening. Naughty!
Lovely gift of the fab Mary Berry’s Complete Cook Book and some useful door signs for my hotel. I dread to think in this trade. Never dull. Each to their own. I am considering subtle tannoy music.
The Nester ©