Sorry

I'm sorry I picked up my camera before I'd put my wellies on and then popped it onto the kitchen table for the 30 seconds I needed to tuck my jeans in. I'm also sorry that I put Betty's new rubber bone toy right next to it.

Betty is sorry that she jumped up to try and get her new rubber bone toy. She's also sorry that she brought my very recently fixed camera crashing down onto the floor.

Betty knows I'm disappointed. She's started limping. I did NOT kick her... I didn't even shout.

I did cry though. A bit...

I'm thrown myself into my essay so I can't think about it. Halfway there already: it's a record. The mark will be interesting - I've taken advice to stop faffing and fine-tuning and just thrash it out. Funnily enough, I'm in a thrashing mood.