On a sad note though, the Hairy Horror (that's the dog, in case it's not clear) died at the weekend. I'm missing having her about the place very much. I turn around to speak to her and just find an empty space. I've now missed two callers at the front door (one of which was a parcel from a very exciting new design team!) - no little friend there to bark and tell me that she had heard the doorbell when I didn't.
Love you, Boo.
** Kate **