Today, nearly 7 years after this photo was taken, we decided to let our puppy sleep permanently. In the space of 5 weeks, cancer destroyed him and left us with a dog who I didn’t recognise, who couldn’t run with me, who slept all day and who cried in pain when he tried to greet me. Forever my puppy. A big loss for the family and lots of change to happen.
Bonfire night 2019, featuring toasted marshmallows.
I’m no longer a homeowner, I’m getting a tattoo on Thursday then having dinner with my ex (the new homeowner) and this is a cat called Harry.
Well this is a change of scenery. Half term is being spent here, far away from home. Don’t worry, I’ve brought my marking with me.
Jesus - how am I still a homeowner when I haven’t lived there for three months…? Solicitors are overly expensive and incredibly slow. In other news, I started looking around at villages I’m considering buying a house in and I applied to University - so next year is looking very adulty and very expensive.
The next few weeks will see the longest term ever come to an end (!), I’m also stepping outside of my comfort zone massively and I'l finanlise my trip to Barcelona. I’m determined to finish this whirlwind year on a high.