Sleepy weekends

I’m in bed, being lazy. Knowing I should get up and take Woolly out but also being as quiet as possible so he doesn’t realise I’m awake.

I’m totally ‘sleeping fox’ as we say in Sweden for my dog (when you pretend you are not awake). 

There is also a snoozy man next to me and that’s just too hard to leave. Fact.

Me and W had a whole day yesterday. Took him to work. We wore bad ass clothes with attitude. And aced our meetings. Some of us raided the bin..

Then we got conal for a visit and entertained him with bolognese, chat (me) and sleeping (Woolly). All as it should in other words. 

Now park