who's that?

Who is that furry little thing curled up under my desk? I stretched out my foot and what do I touch but the soft little head of RubyRoo.

She is fast asleep, exhausted from the drama which unfolded this morning: both of them decided to roll in something disgusting in the garden and then come inside and share the aroma. It was mind blowingly putrid. Into the bath, both of them, the kids threw the towel from the doorway, wouldn't even come close enough to pass the towels to me... and there I was, in the thick the the fuggiest fug ever!

Bathtime is always stressful when your mother is washing off your most favourite perfume!