Worn out

Bailey has settled himself on the far sofa this evening. He is not bothered about his view of the telly being obscured by the Christmas tree. He also determined when we were going to bed so I think he is as tired as I am. My day has been spent being at the beck and call of other folk when I wasn’t teaching which held its own frustrations. I think we are definitely all on countdown to 3:15 next Wednesday.