dog rumour

The dog is still here. Ugh. However, I hear a rumour that he is going with E to the island this weekend, so maybe that means I'll get to stay here on my own. Bliss. Can't wait.

But what if I get dragged down there as well? I couldn't imagine anything worse. Whiskers crossed, I'll be spared the trauma and I'll get my house - and my garden - back.

Demented

Life sucks. I've been completely off my food with Jeddah here and now I'm starving.

How can one dog take over the place completely? Everything revolves around him. He STILL has pride of place on the sofa and now he hogs my garden all day as well. I can't even go outside unless I want to encounter the stupid mutt.

And - get this - Ellen keeps taking him for walks. I know for a fact she missed a netball game on the weekend because she felt sorry for the stupid dog. And so she came home especially for him and all he did was sleep! (Yeah well OK, so she also had some work to do, which was a ridiculous sense of priority.) AND she keeps picking up his poop. She's gone demented and soft.

After eating nothing all weekend I finally regained my appetite today, but I still managed to chuck half my food up again. Well, if this doesn't help me lose weight, I don't know what will!