As I sit here musing about what to write I can see the dog making her bed. This entails much digging and nosing of said bed, until she has chased it all around the room . She stops, sits and checks her bits, gets up and does it all again and again until she finds the perfect spot, normally in the middle of the floor or in front of the bathroom doorway. It's brilliant when she does this during the night because you get up for a pee and measure your length, head first into the bathroom, headbutting the swing doors on route as you trip over a sleepy dalamatian. The dog then panics and leaps up as you hop on one leg, because you've stubbed your toe on the bath, trying hard not to shout "Fucking hell!" as loud as you can. Your husband then mumbles "What, what's the matter with you? I'm trying to sleep." followed by a deafening snore. You settle the dog back down in a safe position. You finally have your pee by now you are freezing your metaphorical nuts off and you are so awake you know that sleep will be a long time in returning. Ps - this whole event is even more traumatic if you're stark bollock naked to boot! The moral of this tale - there isn't one other than life is a bitch.

Anyway, the dog is now asleep. The boy is tidying his room (this means he's picking stuff up, moving it 2cm and putting it back down again), Ma has left the building (that's why it's so quiet), DH is at work and I ...... well I have finished my weeks study. I have a little ironing to attend to, a smidge of housework and that's it. Nothing, nil, nada, a day without barriers, timings or anything. So as I have been an almost knitfree zone for the last 2 weeks (illness+study=no knitting time) I think I might just spend a goodly portion of the day on my rotund arse doing a bit of wool torture. What about you? How will you spend your day?