Sunday...a day of rest?

Not in this house!

Me training, dogs training, dogs bombing about West Common, hoovering and dusting and unpacking and washing (with the inevitable ironing...groan!), cooking and writing letters and back blipping and procrastinating...putting off the inevitable school work and...yes, you guessed it, the ironing!

And now there is nowhere to hide from it...the board is on it's way out.
Pah.

Maybe I should ring that cleaning lady after all...and see if she likes ironing work shirts?!!

Ten minutes later...just got a new notification...it's my blip birthday! Cool!