bad

So much for lovingly eulogizing my black dog before her time is up; I just came home from a lovely girls' dinner and to find my brand new, never used, pale blue Designer's Guild wallet, with the pale green suede interior, chewed to shreds and lying on Briar's bed next to a loo roll that had suffered the same fate. "Bad" I said, as menacingly as possible while waving it her face. She merely looked sheepish and walked away. Dinner with nine lovely women was very fun indeed and seems so spoiled on a Monday night, devilish almost. All eyes are on tomorrow, super-duper Tuesday - the election and Miss Day's birthday.