Ah well, just another of life's mysteries. A bit like the fact that I never come up with a sharp and biting retort to something until at least two hours after needed. Then I have a wonderful riposte and nowhere to put it. Such a waste. I could be another Dorothy Parker if ... well, quite a few things probably.
I've also left it too late to order WonderWoman knickers.
And on a separate note, George has eaten our guest-dog's bed.
It's very confusing having an Ollie to stay when we have a grand-dog called Holly. Especially as they're both brown. Ollie has one of those stretchy leads and I took him out by myself today for the first time. Pretty soon we got wrapped around a tree.
Ollie also doesn't like steps. He came to greet me and then couldn't be bothered to come back up the steps, settling himself down at the bottom in preference.