Not quite

Bailey was certainly not living up to this epithet this morning. That was mainly due to the fact that he had given up on me and any entertainment qualities due to a pile of marking and a lengthy list of jobs to be done. He'd had a walk around the big block before I started and had been in and out of the garden by this point too. We didn't get sunshine until well after lunchtime and then he spent his time moving in and out of it, getting far too warm. 

A few weekend jobs done later on this afternoon and then a walk after tea once the temperature had dropped a little. Poldark for me this evening and the spare bed for Bailey.