I was then going to spend time stitching at the machine but little Willow had a bit of a run in with some metal. So, trip to the vet and cone of Shame
And six staples
I'm sure she will be fine in no time but she won't leave my side and for her sanity, and the safety of everyone's knees I've taken up camp on the sofa instead. Looks like a couple of films and some knitting instead.
I will set her up under my desk in the morning and try again then. She should be more used to what's happened today by then.