Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I blame my son. And the dog. The one has kept me operating at full pelt for the past two weeks… the other isn’t well and needed cuddles. I was only supposed to be sitting down for ten minutes while I had a coffee.

The day had started at five so I could get to my son’s for seven. With an early appointment on his trike, he needed to be up and moving. Ani took this time-constrained moment as her cue to start being sick… and rather than finding a spot in the garden where she can be ill on her own, she goes all puppy-eyed and seeks my presence and the reassurance of my hand in her fur.

I got her settled and headed off, arriving ten minutes late. The usual morning unfolded, but finished a little earlier than it would on a regular basis. A quick fly by…