Bailey woke me up at ten to six this morning but we went back to bed relatively quickly. I have had a fairly productive day: sorting out stuff that came back with me from Mum and Dad's but was just dumped on Monday before work started on Tuesday; purged a chest of drawers and the airing cupboard which has just been a dumping ground for far too long and tackled the pile of ironing which hasn't really been touched since well before Christmas. Bailey, on the other hand has slept. I did join him for a couple of hours this afternoon but he has not returned the favour this evening, choosing instead to stay on my bed. I suspect he is not going to be quite as sleepy tomorrow when I'll be working and he'll be feeling neglected.