Not my favourite thing

A piece of work to be done tonight that has been left to (not quite) the last minute. I settled to it once Bailey had been walked and we’d both had our tea. All done and then all changes lost when it wouldn’t save to this memory stick or anywhere else! Bailey didn’t like the number of expletives and took himself off upstairs. I started again. Thankfully, having already done the thinking, I did it in a fraction of the original time. And a Tracy Chapman song on the radio and a snoring Bailey soothed the frustration.