Energy

Zola has boundless energy - after a three mile walk around Scammonden (three for us, more like ten for her) Sarah and I are collapsed on the sofa watching Grey’s Anatomy and Zola is still running round trying to get us to throw a toy for her.

She’s off home later - I shall miss her, although it will be nice to not have to sleep scrunched up in one tiny corner of the bed with my arse hanging out of the duvet again.