Not quite sure

A manic Monday with no chance of drawing breath between five lessons taught in five different rooms plus duty and, on top of that, I have caught the cold that everyone else seems to have. Bailey was very pleased to see me this evening and ran bonkers for a while after his tea. He even managed to follow me up a whole flight of stairs for the first time; although he wasn't keen to repeat it. This shot is of him not being quite sure why I was lying on the sofa, periodically sneezing and generally feeling sorry for myself. An early night for both of us tonight.