Dirty But Good
Coming home from the field with the dogs just now, I looked for a spot on my cuff not covered in dirt or dog saliva, miraculously found one, and then wiped my nose on it. Ah, park clothes!
Then I let the dogs inside after wiping their feet but I’ve left their leashes on so the cats are following them around and tormenting them a little.
Who needs any other entertainment?
Me, that’s who. I’m pulling myself away from practising my newfound ability to pause live TV to go see The Good Body with two women I like immensely this evening.
I’m not showering first. But I will change into something a little less comfortable. And leave the poo bags at home.