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Bailey likes a stick. Particularly ones that he finds out and about but he tends not to discriminate between twigs and branches. This was his early morning preoccupation and, to be fair, he had whittled it down to a manageable size by the time we'd walked the smallest block. It's been a lovely, sunny day today and, unusually, the frustrations have been with the students today rather than the colleagues. At least the day ended at a reasonable time and I managed to do a bit of shopping for the imminent birthday. And a fortuitous meeting and a catch-up in the supermarket. Bailey managed to fit in a visit to the favourite and the official Bailey-sitter this evening. I think he offered some consolation.