Thursday April 3, 2008
I flopped yesterday after my early morning adventure in Bridgwater. Big time. Woke somewhere around 1:30 in the afternoon with Graham yelling up the stairs: “Is it lunch time yet?”
If it hadn’t been for Dolly stirring beside me and deciding that, before she got up, she needed a thorough self-grooming, I’d have taken another half-hour or so even then.
Duty called, though. Stern mistress, duty.