Unconscious

Bean spent much of the morning comatose beneath one of her blankets, as usual. She looks like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood here.

I bailed out of working in a friend’s garden this morning after an hour, thanks to encountering hidden dog shit in the borders.

They have a relatively new puppy who initially used the lawn as his toilet. They didn’t like that, so now he uses the flower beds.

Having knelt and then trodden in his offerings, I stripped off my stinking dirty clothes and shoes, hosed myself down and came home to put everything in the wash (including my body).

It was not a good start to the day.