Ah, Sunday morning.
Breakfast in bed, an ogle at The Lovely S, a quick tap of the laptop.
And all accompanied by the ever-present howling of the bl**dy dog.
It was 02.20 when one of the owners arrived home last night – which silenced Millie.
But he went out around 10.00 this morning and she’s been howling ever since.
The Lovely S just said to me that perhaps we’d better go out soon.
We don’t have anywhere in particular to go.
She just means ‘perhaps we’d better get away from that howling dog’.