Not happy

The wee man was caged in this morning. Mrs S was up at sparrows fart for her flight to Dublin and I was on a tight schedule. Three packed lunches to knock up, breakfast to be done, twins to be hurried, dogs to be fed and watered and sluiced out before driving the twins to school, coming back home to pick up Ruby and getting her to the train station in time for her first day at work. I got the train in with her and walked her up to the Book Trust where she'll be this week and after saying hello quickly said goodbye and legged it back to get the train home. I shouldn't have rushed as the pug was having a great time shredding his puppy pads, peeing on the floor and shitting up the wall.

Might squeeze in some work before the school pick up and then off to the train station to get Ruby and hear how her day went. Mrs S returns later this evening (I hope).