A Drizzling Day

Deaf Collie Sheepdog Beth is sitting on her cushion on her trunk by the first floor window looking out on this drizzly day. She does forlorn as expertly as only dogs can do. Nice, though, how forlorn can turn to ecstatic tail-wagging bundle when you go over to tickle her belly. Beth and I rub along really well. She keeps a careful eye on me - even insists on accompanying me to toilet - lets out the odd sigh when things are going too far and creates the constant need to hoover carpets and clear up her fur.

Just had an EFL lesson with Polish young lady. Really good English and such a nice person. She had to leave early to get the results of her blood test from the doctor. What is a girl in her twenties getting blood tests for? I do hope she is OK. God / Fate seems to have a pretty nasty way of dealing horrible cards to nice people in my experience.

Need to start writing again. I paid for a course in creative writing two months ago. The money keeps leaving my Mastercard each month but I can't bring myself to send my writing. Not really very sensible. I also have a job application which just sits on my desk. I really am becoming institutionalised on my "50 years old" desert island.