While I have been away, Tilly has spent her days on her sofa and her evenings on my chair. Oh, and her nights on her chair in another room. No, she isn’t going out much. She’s an old dog and it’s January. I am going to need a higher chair for a few weeks so asked the Sage to swap them – in the original position, it wasn’t a good place to put the computer as the lead would have to run across the doorway.
The Sage wants me to look something up for him. Tilly is in my chair. She isn’t even comfortable. No other chair is high enough.
I shall have to stay in bed until she moves.