Chapter 24I wake the next morning at seven, with Ollee's wet nose in my ear. When I open my eyes, he licks my face excitedly and whimpers. He wants out and I know Patricia's bedroom door must be shut because she would have been his first choice of a companion.
“Okay, Ollee, okay. Go down boy. - Off the bed. - Let me get up.”
Once I am dressed, he's very insistent, so, no time for coffee. I haven't even had a shower yet. But the crisp early morning air is pleasant, even if it is still dark and, as I walk, I think about the day ahead. We are already on our way back when I remember that today is meant to be my day off and I could have had a lie in.
I am nervous and anxious most of the time these days because of the huge work load I'm having to cope with. So, whilst I'll telephone the offic
