Yesterday was eventful. We were woken at oh-jeesus-wtf-six am by a phone call from the alarm company who monitor J’s office; apparently the alarm was going off. When this happens they are supposed to send someone round to investigate for us, but apparently “no one was available”. I stumbled out of bed to drive him down to work. Total silence when we got there. No alarm.
There was no point going back to bed, so I dragged Jasper out for his walk. Poor Jasper. He looked knackered. There had been a festival in Endcliffe Park and there were empty beer bottles and cans and the remains of barbecues all over the field, which were very interesting for a four legged creature with a big nose, far more interesting than catching a ball.
Jasper is a water dog and spends most of his time leaping in and out of the stream when we go to the park. It was still very early and quite cold when we left. We crawled home in the car in commuter traffic, and Jasper shivered all the way, despite being wrapped in two towels.
