WEIRD MONTH. My dog bit my son. For no reason. Yes I was there, yes I saw it, no he definitely didn’t poke him in the eye, yes it drew blood, yes my son was up to date with his tetanus, busybodies. So he’s had to go and be rehomed. We are all devastated and above all, shocked. Some people will allow their dogs to nip and call it ‘playing’, I hate those people and never encouraged or seen any aggressive behaviour from my big baby of an ex racing greyhound.
Taylor, you were a lovely beast, for four years you have guarded me well and scared off pizza boys and postmen alike just by being so tall, and you blessed all that you loved with a whip of your wagging tail. I hope you find a loving home with no children and can keep your big stupid greyhound gob under control. xx
Some photos I did for a band I may or may not be in. My house stinks of gravy now. Band photoshoots can get gross.
Ill. Splodged on sofa staring at this.
Best table at the cluny. Kid Congo and bob log. Swoon.
A month ago I was complaining that pinterest is full of knitting and cakes. Now I’m knitting everyone’s Christmas presents and I’ve made some killer cornflake tarts. I’m ashamed to think it, but I don’t want to go back to Uni, I like my stepford bubble.