The plan for today involved a good night's sleep (in bed at 2230) before a busy day ahead.
The plan was altered by a hyperactive terrier who decided he wanted a toilet visit.
Sadly he then wanted to play. Sadly for him, he then got put downstairs in his crate. Sadly for me I then felt guilty and he's now back on the end of the bed looking smug and plotting.
This doesn't help me with my 3 hour ward round with the grumpiest consultant known to man, who *huffs* at you if you need to have a toilet break of your own.
Ah well, let caffeine be the sponsor of my day to come!