Sent Home

L says she’s well enough to go to work, gets there, and then sends herself home.

I hope the dogs look after her. After she’s explained that the door is not going to be left open all day long and that she is not kicking footballs. Apparently one of them won't listen and is chasing a blue bone around the garden, that is, if it isn’t chasing him. I hope he keeps chasing until he loses his spare tyre.

The other is in bed. Perhaps she should be in bed too.

I have a dog club committee meeting tonight, such fun and games. L is in bed.

(Monday 18^th March)