My boy Gus (aka The Goose) got sick yesterday. Really sick. 72 trips to the toilet. Depleted. Oh my poor darling boy. It was heart breaking. Heartbreaking.
At 4.30 this morning that bug got me. So with nothing left in the tank I had to cancel my Sunday morning run with Nicky!
And lunch with my friends!
But I got to spend the morning in bed like this....