The Office Pet

Ralph has been sitting behind Jon and I on this garden chair, in our summerhouse/office ALL day. He only stretched his kneck out when I was leaving at the end of the day, as if to say 'where are you going'. Not sure about the phrase its a dogs life, really, it should be it's a cats life. No cares, all the freedom he wants, and whenever you purr, smile and meow at someone, they feed you! I bet most of us would rather be a cat if given a choice.

I'm feeling washed out and headachy. Can't pinpoint what exactly is wrong, but assuming it is the continued joys of being a woman of a certain age.

Finished work at 4.30. Didn't feel like a very productive day. Gathered stuff together, and hooked up the trailer. Jon and I are now en route to Hoddesdon, where some jobs await us. (Us being Jon!) Then heading back Sunday to grab a day at home before being thrown back into the working week Tuesday.

So some dry weather would be nice please.