It’s always easy to tell when I’m seriously ill. Firstly I don’t want to drink any alcohol and secondly the house starts to look very messy in a very short time.
This morning at Waitrose I sailed straight by the beer shelves and before I went to bed I realised that I do more housework than I thought given the current state of the house.
I did walk the dogs up to the park and, it would appear, I managed to get a bit of sympathy from Freya…or is this confusion? Emma was only interested in her ball.
