I have been ultra slack in blog land. Huge apologies. Lots been going on. The lump was referred to a breast clinic so I have been in an out of mammograms and ultrasounds which has taken up a whole month of my life. But all seems fine (fingers crossed), yes, there is a lump, but it is not showing up on anything, they said it must just be part of me. Very technical explanation. Don't you think?
Also, I have started a writing course and I have homework. I was such a swot on my lesson one and got great feedback. Lesson two has been sat with me about three weeks, because....
WE HAVE A PUPPY!!
My, oh, my. I am in love. He is a boy. He is cute. He doesn't answer back. He doesn't whinge. He doesn't argue. He makes no demands of me. He gives me gorgeous cuddles. He makes cute little noises. He has big brown eyes. He has soft fur... *contented sigh*
Perhaps if anyone had told me all this I would never have had children? I jest. Kind of.
He is instead of a third child. I didn't even have to go through pregnancy. I didn't have to give up booze and soft cheese. I didn't get piles or have stitches. I didn't even have to have sex!
Ok, so now the downside. He sometimes poos in the night. Right in front of the tv. It's not good. Luckily, hubby gets up first and deals with it. He has chewed our stairs carpet, which will cost a couple of hundred to replace. His claw snapped off on his way out of the door. The vet visit cost £100. When I am out shopping, I am now not worrying if the children are OK at school, but what present (poo or wee) will be awaiting me on my return. (To date the tally is 3 poos inside and about 5 wees in two weeks.)
He is great company though. Last night, me and him stayed up to watch Jordan and her strange eyebrows on I'm A Celebrity. He sat quietly, didn't make any comments about the junk I was watching and kept me warm. The kids love him. We go for loads of walks in rain or shine (mainly rain at the moment). Lots of splashing in puddles and welly wearing. He makes me, us, really happy. I can see why dogs are used in therapy and to cheer up hospital patients. Having never had a dog before in my life I never really got it. How people could be so obsessed with their pets. I so get it now. As Donny Osmand (and S Club Juniors) once sang, 'and they called it puppy loooooooooove...'
