All things come to pass.
Since the phone call last night, I have been ruminating on what difficulties I've definitely caused Neil and Emma, who I was helping over the last few months escape from 24/7 dogs, up at the doggy daycare. Without knowing I've done anything irresponsible I've gone and done something thoughtless. Something thoughtless to them but of no meaning or consequence to me. From Friday morning until Monday evening I took care of those animals, who I feel akin to, in the only way I know how: being out and about, socialising them, enjoying quality time, etc ... The door to the kitchen keeps slamming in Pret so I hastily move ... Drunk in charge of dogs? Is there such a concept? Was I drunk in charge of dogs or is that a perception seen in one person by another person? Maybe they should breathalyse dog carers now? It was Saturday afternoon and I'd walked into Wetherby, via my mum's to stir the Kombucha I'm making and change boots from the wet to the drier. Then I headed ...