Long time no speak.

 Hiya, Alrate, Ey Up, remember little old me?!

Yeah well you can't get rid of me that easily. Let's call it a blogging summer break. Kind of an extended one towards the end. I managed to pick up my laptop and chat a mediocre bit of shit on the blog and then kept slipping onto that draft button and hey presto, the blog decided to go on a 4 month sleeping bender, if you could call it that! Keeping it down with the kids, I've had a sick summer circa '18. I managed to pack in trips to London, an adventure abroad with a best pal, a vital organ all the way to Lisbon which had it's drama's and always wonder how I  a) haven't ended up room sharing in a foreign prison or b) not ended up frankly in a ditch. You do you babe. Saw fam and friends amongst it, chipped to a festival, went to a couple of gigs and saving the best till last, I winged it and thought sod it and landed with a 3 month old puppy/bundle of joy/nightmare who goes by the name of Daphne. My little cockashit.

My walking rug.

My nut job/ child I like to go by. She was a bit of a whirlwind decision but she has absolutely made my summer. Top tip, if you want a puppy, get one in the summer. It will save a life when you want to tear your hair out and times where you want to send them to the local dog shelter, you can chuck them outside to wind down their energy.

Top tip for past me, when people say puppies are like babies/young children, do try and believe them. Otherwise you will find it out the hard way by getting slapped across the face at 4am demanding you wake up to start the day or when they run outside with your dirty pants, socks or whatever floats their boat. No Daphne, the Amazon Prime remote is not a chew toy that you can dig a hole and bury in the garden. But I would not have it any other way. Hoping to bag a 50% other half in the future with this little pup. The amount of attention we get whenever we go out together, it is never just a nip out with a dog anymore. She is even allowed in the local CO-OP from us. #blessed.

Anyway this was a brief I am back in the game. I have missed having a space to chat shit. I'll be kicking it back with an update on hospital life/news soon. But right now, I've got to get back to spending the evening stream lining a £60+ pets at home Christmas presents for the pup shopping basket down to a sensible figure. Wait, what is that about?! Give the girl her dues as I am currently justifying it all with 'well it'll be her first ever Christmas so she must have this all singing batshit looking light up reindeer which won't make it past the Christmas dinner, not the rate she chews things up in' kinda vibe. Ain't nobody got time to be thinking logically 'where the sweet fuck am I gonna keep all this christmas crap for the dog for the next 11 months after the yearly event'. Sweet Jesus Thea, don't hold back the excitement. The wild factor.

FYI, I do have friends I promise. But also I secretly love sucking up to a bit of the ol' granny life. Here for a good time not a long time. Anyway, enough of that tangent. It'll be nice if you could stick around until I get back into the swing of things. 

Speak soon,

T

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