Where’s Hetty

Packed up and headed home this morning. Three and a half hours of driving and half hour stop for fuel and coffee and ho e for just after two. Unpacked and out for a walk. Skirt I ordered a couple of weeks ago was waiting on the step, unfortunately it was far too big so will be returning tomorrow.
I realised that Hetty was not in the room after having a coffee and looked for her in the garden room thinking she may have put herself to bed but no. I called her name and her head popped up at the other side of the table, she was sleeping on the settle.