Bastards are the kind of people who push a litter of puppies and their heavily lactating mother out of a car and drive off

Treacle is the puppy that five of us here at work have 'adopted' (i.e. we are footing huge ass vet bills and paying for her food etc so her new owner has some help)

She came to visit us today

Sorry ... I just couldn't help it ... how fucking adorable is she eh?

Oh and we won't mention my suit jacket that now has puppy pee on it !!

It has been brought to my attention that if I should get a position with H.M.P.S. then I will have to close my blog down.

I want the job. In ways that many of you will not understand why. It is not about revenge. It is about understanding.

Yet I will miss this little corner of Blogville that I have staked my claim on.

Better not count my chickens and all that though eh?

I have opened my mail to find a speeding ticket.

Fuck.

AND a parking ticket.

Fuck.

I have gone to the gas station, filled up and then found I have no purse with me !!!!

Fuckity.