A dog has to be comfortable

One of those days when I only stopped writing because I’ve been at it for nearly twelve – Yikes. Yes, 12 hours.
Who got up at 4.30 am?
Crazy author, that’s who – but when a book has to be written it has to be written

Was good, actually, as had both arms stuck like a porcupine yesterday by very nice nurse who helped me hold dh down when he had to have the same multitude of shots in preparation for our forthcoming trips to all places exciting and mysterious – so losing myself in the story today helped me to forget that both my arms hurt like hell.

Ah, well, health must bear a stab – or something. Tired now. No words left.

Waving feebly…

Oh, give over, Susan – you know you love it.

Okay, I do

Wishing you a jolly day doing whatever it might be that you love best

And the dog with the gentlest nature ever says woof woof too –

Don’t they say dogs take after their owners?
(Seriously, how did the Ninja Carrot end up with the gentlest dog in the world? Answers on a postcard, please…)
Sxx