One eye open

The second morning in a row when I have been up before Bailey. He was pleased to see me but took himself off to the spare bed once he'd had a visit out to the garden. I started my marking whilst he slept but we did head out for a walk eventually. And I fairly immediately regretted the lack of gloves and a hat. It felt more like November than nearly May. I learnt my lesson on our second walk. 

I marked A-Level essays relatively solidly up to lunchtime and then a bit sporadically after. Bailey has been keen to play this evening but clearly wore himself out. Not that he is quite asleep in this shot. It'll be early-ish nights for both of us, although I suspect he will be less keen to go to his bed than I am to go to mine.