Monday. Came home after what felt like a long day at work. Died in the sofa with the hound for 30 min before heading off to Havelock for dinner with the Holmses. Then straight back to the sofa.
My little hounds best angle. I find myself mostly wanting to lay on the sofa these days. Reading a brilliant new fantasy series as well, Furies of Calderon, and that always makes sofa even better.
Oliver is going to Vietnam on Thursday for a week. What will Woolly and me do? (sit on the sofa I guess). Hope he comes back with a sexy tan. Oh, wait….
Ive asked Kix to take care of me for the weekend. Who wants to be alone when you can move in with your friends?
Letters to my family 