It’s four in the morning… What is this nonsense?

They say that dogs have no real sense of time and you know, I’m starting to think that’s true. As I type this, laying awake at 4am, I have a 9 month old puppy happily chewing my toes underneath the duvet. Wide awake with his tail wagging ferociously fast, he’s as excited as ever to think now is playtime.

My legs are going dead, I’m sat in such an uncomfortable position and quite frankly, I want to go to fucking sleep.

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TGIF: Hello Weekend

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Ah hello Friday evening, it’s good to see you from the comfort of my bed!

I cannot remember the last Friday night I had off work. Most of my Fridays are currently spent standing on my feet for 7 hours, from 4pm till 11pm serving people who become more and more intoxicated.

University term time is officially over. Most of the students have gone home for summer now, therefore the supermarket has slowed and I think that’s why I can finally greet Friday night with a smile that is not aimed at the drunk people who can’t seem to focus long enough to remember their card is still in the card reader.

Tonight’s agenda is Burgers, Ice cream and Movie, with a bottle of Strawberry and Lime cider if you please. I think that’s pretty blissful, doing Friday night right.

We are also going to be puppy proofing the flat because on Monday we are getting a furry little visitor for two weeks whilst Mumma is on holiday.

Say hello to Berite-Bops:

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