This week marks the point where the person who makes decisions at Lloyds has decreed that I can finally have the hours of a normal, sane person. For this reason I’ve been able to spend a lot more time doing this;
In our (sort of) new local, the London Unity. With these people;
The dog there is Charlie, Liam’s staffordshire bull terrier. We’ve been looking after him this last week as he has a tumour on his neck and has a couple of months to live. He’s alright, but he doesn’t half make some strange noises. And he smells a bit.
what a cute dog.
is that bread on the table in the 2nd pic?
looks like you’re having a grand time
It’s not bread, it’s dog treats.
Looks like you’re about to lose that pint all over the table in some violent technicolour yawning incident.
why do dog’s eyes always do that in photos? cunts.
Yeah. Fuckers. They do it on purpose.
Sorry, I’m colour blind. And I spell it ‘colour’ too. That’s two great reasons for not joining.