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)