Zoë Bowyer

The pup’s name will be Gracie. I dreamt about her last night – she was part Scruff and part Macy but she was lovely. Much better than the dream I had the night before about a nuclear bomb exploding near-by. I didn’t have time to Duck and Cover, so it was fortunate that the bomb was very small, mushroom cloud was only about a metre high.

In other news: D spent last weekend vomiting and now has a cold, I am totally in love with knitting, and we had curry for tea but it was in aid of a good cause.