Since we moved I’ve decided to keep the dogs inside while I’m at work.  On the majority of days it is no drama.  On the other days little Willow has taken to shredding things, usually it’s the mail the thought ful Postie has popped through the front door (he seems unable to re-shut the gate, mind, but that’s another story).

I arrived home yesterday and as I opened the front door to the usual symphony of excited jumping and yelping I saw the day’s mail lying untouched on the carpet.  In my head I punched the air in triumph, ‘hurrah’ I thought, ‘we’ve turned a corner’!

Not so.  This photo shows the knitted lampshade I made a few years back, only now with Willow’s creative influence (she didn’t stop there, it was pulled from the socket and legs akimbo halfway up the hall).  What you can’t see in this image is the shredded tv guide on the floor, the nibbled magazine basket and the grooming comb with a few chunks missing from the handle (I think that was racially motivated though).

So it’s off to the pet shop tomorrow for more doggie friendly things to chew and I’ll be dousing EVERYTHING else in tea tree oil to ward off bugger dogs inc.  Little buggers!!

So while I wait for a travel insurance claim to be resolved to sort out a new phone, settle in to my new very grown-up job and continue to unpack boxes from my recent house move (yah, been ‘kinda’ busy) I have a long to do list.  It goes something like this:

1. actually get up when my alarm goes off, the rest of the day just seems to work so much better on the rare times I do this
2. catch up on some very ace books and mags in the pile beside my bed
3. go to bed earlier, this will no doubt help with 1 and 2 above
4. smash in a quality red velvet cupcake, for old time’s sake
5. unpack and resolve the sentimental belongings in my house
6. avoid hot cross buns, at all costs.  Anything toasted, with raisins is my undoing
7. continue to east less sugar (pretend I didn’t say red velvet earlier) and drink less coffee
8. find time to get back to yoga or running, preferrably both
9. keep having a lot of laughs and wild adventures with my dogs

Well, as wild as two little dogs can manage!

Today, I got nothing.

I just thought I’d share that with you.

frantically searching
spoilt for choice of slums to rent
damn frikken Feb Fast

But when I saw images of the crowd I was kinda glad I didn’t end up next to this fella:

and the next bit should read ‘Girlfriend!’.  Only that it’s pronounced ‘Gerrl-fren’, and accompanied by much finger waving in that drag queen diva-esque way.  I recently discovered that I have six, no make that five now, weeks to find somewhere new to live.  AGAIN.  This is balls.  In the seven years I lived on my own I moved twice.  In the one year I’ve shared with other people again this will be the THIRD move.  Is anyone else bored with this yet?  I sure as hell am.

A tangle of legs

wet noses softly snoring

dreams of open fields