I'm currently sat at my desk, sipping my morning cup of tea, thinking I ought to get my kit together, because in half an hour I head out to karate, and then straight from there to the sailing club to race this afternoon. The club has somehow persuaded the Flying Fifteens fleet to lend their boats to the juniors, and I've (been) volunteered to crew for one of them.
After that, it's home and then straight back out for tonight's gig.
The trouble is, I can't currently move because I have a puppy asleep beneath my desk with her head nestled on my feet and I don't have the heart to move her.
I sometimes wonder who owns who. Actually, I don't. The answer is pretty obvious
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