After cheating on my journal entry yesterday I’d hoped to do better today. Fat chance. I’ve got all my chores done, the house is clean (-ish) and tidy, and we’re ready for Graham’s inspection tomorrow. I even spent half an hour gently teasing tufts of extra hair out of Dolly. She got fed up with that and went up to scowl on the bed.
So there you are or, rather, there I am, once more, sitting quietly, not making a mess.
And I still hate that darn holiday camp.
