The "day off" cannot be this week, since we are, hopefully, off to Rhodes on Wednesday, and things need done before we go. Not a good day, simply because the RW is sick. For the RW to be off work, sick, is sickness indeed. It's been about 21 months since her last day off! Poor soul was up vomiting last night and was as weak as a kitten all day.
The cat was even sympathetic, deciding not to bring in any "surprises" during the day. Yesterday she brought us a live rabbit and a dead mouse!
The dogs don't take too well to the loss of routine, and, sadly, neither does the RW's husband, although his soft boiled egg and soldiers were just the business at tea-time, and they've stayed down!
Millions of things to do before I go, but I at least managed to get lots of little things done today. The RW is hoping to return to work tomorrow to tie up lots of things on her desk, and, knowing her as I do, she'll get there even if she's still poorly. And the cat can go hunting again!
