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Emma had three walks today. Obviously this is only right given her status in this house. Actually, if she was pressed, she’d, no doubt, insist on five. On the other hand, Freya managed a very short walk but at least she got out of the house and into the wide world, albeit a slightly damp one.
The weather was a bit of an extension of yesterday with strong winds blowing in rain then sunshine, all day. The wind was so bad that the dead tree just the other side of our back fence, the one favoured by the woodpecker, was snapped in half. Fortunately, the top half fell in the woods rather than across our fence.
I spotted it this morning from the stuga as I ploughed my way through my second draft which, I can report, is going very well. I have read it through to the end and now have a few additions to make before declaring it complete and ready for editing work to commence elsewhere.
And, just for the record, the repeated chapter number is deliberate. I mean, it was actually accidental but, rather than fix it, I quite liked it. So I kept it in. I know anyone who notices it will think it’s an editorial failure but this proves it wasn’t.
Following my few hours plugging away at the laptop, I then returned to the house to make coffee and work in my study. It was while I was deep inside a spreadsheet that a tiny tap at the Glass Room door dragged me out. It was Mathilde, arriving to ‘haul’ Emma off for her first walk.
Then, while I made dinner (aubergine parmigiana) Mirinda took Emma around Mount Trosa, having exhausted Freya 15 minutes earlier. By the time they returned, Freya was fast asleep and I had the house smelling delicious.
While we ate, Emma luxuriated in her bounty.
Such a spoiled princess of a dog.
