I stayed in my onesie until after lunch when my brother brought out the vacuum cleaner. I hate to admit it, but that thing terrifies me. He was only trying to fix it, but it was enough to get me dressed and out of the door with the dog. One of my socks has a huge hole in it. So when I took my shoes off upon my return, I discovered a large blister on the heal of my foot. I was out with the dog for over an hour. Turns out the vacuum cleaner couldn't be fixed. Then the dog got out of the flat as soon as my brother came through the door. It took the two of us, twenty minutes to get her back into the flat. She misses a house with a garden to rome around in and so do I. An upstairs flat is no place for a Jack Russell Terrier. But it's all we have and we cannot afford much. I can't even afford new socks and pretty much nearly every pair has a hole in them.