Doggo is slowly adjusting to life upstairs, very slowly. The
incidents of him shagging MD’s bedding seem to have increased fourfold. Which I
think he does when he’s stressed. L suggests he should just raid the fridge
like a normal person would. I’ve never done that personally, much be a girl
thing. Personally I don’t think there’s anything wrong with shagging away your
stresses, perhaps the world would be a better place if everyone did that? That
dog could be an example to us all.
I run home from Stapleford, a distance of around 4 miles. L
meanwhile is undertaking some Tour de Yorkshire training and doing a spin class.
Having been at the hairdresser’s this morning, if her red hair dye runs they
may think she’s sweating blood. Which would look highly impressive.
(Tuesday 17th February)
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