Hummpphh

Last day of the hols. Partly lovely - an Olympic swim this afternoon and partly very unlovely - I had to write a difficult email this morn. Nothing earth-shattering so nothing for anyone to worry about here but one of those emails that you deliberate over, write and rewrite, consider and reconsider and eventually send and just hope you did the right thing. Maybe it's even a good thing because it's about regaining control...

Tomorrow hopefully I will wake up actually feeling that whereas today I just feel sad. Much like this fella who used to bark the most pathetic squeaky bark - he has a trigger to pull - but no longer does because first his elastic band broke and then the trigger got snapped off. I'm not sure he's really treasure anymore is he...?