I have had a real humdinger of a day. I’ve not stopped since early this morning and have been tearing around the place like a mad thing so I could get home in time for the dogs tonight. I’ve had two (yes, really two) board meetings today – the first our UK board then later the global leadership team and it’s been a gruelling talk about finances all day as our half year end is in three weeks time. It’s enough to make your hair stand on end!

Partly as an antidote to the seriousness of the day and partly because I wanted to show that I’m not totally humourless without DM I decided to copy (well ish) his first photo after I went to the USA. His was better than mine in many respects – his facial expression is priceless but I’d already nearly expired from heat by the time I’d set this shot up the fifteen or so times I needed to, to get a half-way decent shot. I worked hard at my master and slave lighting so my hair was all fired up too.

Of my fifteen attempts, no fewer than five had a dog standing in the corner looking at me as though I was completely bonkers….well, I guess they had a point.

I’m on target for my evening – I’ve done all my chores (I forget how many there are because DM normally has many of them done while I’m at work). All I have left to do this evening is to water the greenhouse and the tubs and then I can sit down, put my feet up and relax. Wahay.

My worst thing about being on my own is terrible insomnia. For whatever reason I just can’t get a decent amount of sleep. I can’t bring myself to go to bed and when I do eventually force myself to go, I wake every half hour or so all night. I end up tired and crotchety. It’s not good for me.

I’ve relaxed the rules to allow the dogs to sleep in the bedroom but Arch won’t leave the front door waiting for his ‘Dad’ to come home. This is simply amazing given how he used to hate David so much when we were first together. I’ll never forget a day when Archie cornered him in the hall and bared his fangs at him. DM was not amused! Poor old Archie just hates it when his routine is upset and things are different. When I’ve been able to prise him away from the front door he has spent all his time standing by the new pond staring at it as though he can’t quite work out how it got there. How on earth do you explain something like that to a dog?