Dumping ground

One of this week’s pre-Christmas jobs is to try and get the little bedroom into some sort of order. It is very definitely a dumping ground most of the time so it’s not been sorted tonight but I am getting there. I should have more time tomorrow night having been out for tea with colleagues this evening. Bailey was visited by his favourite people and, after an initial greeting, has not been that bothered by my presence. He’s currently asleep is his bed in the lounge but may appear at some point in the night.