So we are in the park early. Gail says it's to enjoy the sunrise.
Frankly I would have stayed cuddled up in bed a little longer.
Back home, I observe a familiar sequence of preparations before Gail disappears for a few hours.
I settle down on the sofa and patiently wait.
When Gail returns she murmurs endearments, says sorry she was out so long, and I get an affectionate ear scritch.
But she doesn't look or sound sorry. And the hi-vis jacket is a dead giveaway, confirming my suspicions that my owner abandoned me in favour of going for a bicycle ride with a friend.
And her rosy cheeks and cheery demeanour are frankly rather irritating.
