Not moving

Bailey doesn't take kindly to 'wearing' anything - it renders him immovable. This was after he had persuaded Dad to take him for a walk just as the horizontal rain appeared. It had been blowing a hooley for most of the day, only really dying down this evening and is apparently due to reappear tomorrow. 

A productive morning with the grass cut and a load of washing on the line before Bailey was walked. Ironing and beds changed and I finished the last couple of chapters of the fourth book in a series. Mum and Dad arrived at lunchtime and were given an appropriate greeting. I think he is appreciating company beyond me. 

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