Dear Diary,
Arrived home at 3pm. Showered and changed and went to
collect Scruff. Arrived at my parent's home to find him sprawled
out in the garden sunning himself. He looked up when he heard my
voice and reluctantly dragged himself upright and walked towards
me wagging his tail.
Guess my suspicions of him being spoiled rotten were well founded!
I now plan to concentrate more fully on my writing. I have a few days
away from work, so I'm sure I can complete on of my short stories by
then. Perhaps I will share the story with you. What do you say?
Graham.
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