Co-worker

Having worked in the living room and then the dining room, I'm now using Katie's/Sam's old wee desk in the bedroom. Not ideal, but there is less piccadilly circus family traffic walking past when I'm trying to get my old brain to concentrate. Still got company though...of the smelly, hairy variety... although she's very quiet, preferring to work mainly via snoozing, snoring, sighing, lolling, stinking, and occasionally barking for Scotland when the intruder alert instinct kicks in.