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Under house arrest.

I did wash my hands!

But there we are. I’m sweating one minute, cold the next. Throat is swollen, glands are sore and head feels full of cotton wool.

And I’m so very, very grumpy.

Kaboom

Had a very loud thunderstorm last night. Ended up with a shivering 30kg wreck on me for the rest of the night…

The black tempest.

She may be small, but she’s a little noise machine of fury.

Is it feeding time?

This is emotional blackmail!

Still life.

Storage space.

Sofa furries.

Good morning.

So Renee and Miya have decided to “allow” Bonnie upstairs.

We didn’t know this was happening as Bonnie would slink off downstairs as we were stirring.

It was a 2am trip to the toilet that they were all rumbled, happily snoozing on the landing.

So my mornings now look like this. I really don’t need an alarm clock and there’s one animal per child to wake up with purrs or licks.

Chihuahua!

A soggy, doggy walk in the woods with Winnie the Chihuahua and Sophie the Lab.

Where’s Bonnie?

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