On Wednesday, they go away to France for two weeks with their Dad. Yes, really. Two blinkin' weeks! I'll be doing a lot of walking with Tess no doubt, but I haven't got anything else planned.
Incidentally, Tess was fine last night when we went to bed. But I was a nervous wreck and woke every hour expecting to hear howling or the sounds of a dog trashing the room she was in. At 5am I decided I had to check on her, and she was dozing in her bed. Nothing had been moved or broken, and there were no little 'presents' for me. What a little beauty.