I’ve finally got kennels in Scotland
booked for the boys so that we can abandon them and spend a day at the Commonwealth
Games. It was about the 15th establishment that I'd called. Honestly you’d think it was the holiday season
or something.
L rather uncharitably asks whether it's on Benbecula or
somewhere equally remote. Actually it’s in Clydebank aka the Gorbals,
which is about as desolate. There'll be so much to bark at, they'll sleep the
rest of the week.
L drives up to Sheffield tonight to
bring home Daughter. Peace about to be end-eth.
(Tuesday 1st July)
No comments:
Post a Comment