Not really here

A bit of a lie in today (now that a quarter to nine is considered to be one). One or two jobs done before setting off on the annual present swap. A wander around the ever-expanding garden centre, including a new find of a pet shop which will warrant more than an annual visit, I think. Home to a few more jobs and getting the final present ordered which took a lot longer than most purchases. Bailey's boredom threshold meant that there were frequent interruptions to go down one or two floors to check up on him. And then out and down the pitch black lanes for a birthday catch-up. One of three birthdays today: twelve, twenty-four and sixty-seven and I've seen all three (although one only via the medium of blip). Home to Bailey who was lovely to come home to, until he realised that it was really his bed time and decided to retreat under the table and pretend that he wasn't really there at all.