Eight

Up at just after six to do Bailey’s breakfast but then back to bed to finish my book. A favourite crime writer and the second in a series. It was compelling but the ending a little rushed, I felt. I’m already 86 pages into my next one this evening and that’s over half way through an uncharacteristically-short-for-me book.

Dad walked Bailey once we were all up and then we did a supermarket trip. Out after lunch to get two new tyres before the car goes in for its MOT at the end of the month. Dad and I had a wander around not often visited shops whilst we waited for the job to be done. No purchases made but a few things to think about.