Funny boy

Bailey slept on the little bed last night but got up with a thump just after five and made his presence felt by sitting in the doorway of my room and giving the occasional whimper. I took pity on him / couldn't put up with it for much longer after a bit and took him downstairs. He sat in the garden and I pottered for half an hour or so before heading back to bed and not resurfacing for quite a while. Even then, he was still asleep, curled up on the sofa for longer than I was. There seems very little point in confining him to the downstairs for the mornings when I go back to work when he is picking and choosing his sleeping location to that extent. 

A walk to the postbox after breakfast and we managed to avoid the rain even though the skies looked heavy. Jobs done once we were back including hoovering, ironing and braving the under-stairs cupboard. I also made up the final flat pack ready for it to be installed on Tuesday. 

A bit more reading done and some entertaining of Bailey who was fixated on something under the coffee table at one point and who has run around the garden like a lunatic with a plant pot in his mouth. Hopefully he'll be a bit more worn out and sleep beyond half five tomorrow.