Hey there! Happy Christmas Eve! My last diary post was on the 10th December, there wasn’t one last Sunday because my house looked like this. Absurdly full of boxes and wrapping and full of franticness while we tried to prepare over 160 orders from Mr LLL shop. Basically, you didn’t miss any exciting instalments from

Hello there? How are you today? Frankly right now I’m freezing having taken the Pugs for a walk in sleet. I am attempting to get a fire started, but I’m not very good at fires, and at the moment there is just a pile of lightly smouldering wood that I’m hoping will turn into a

Hi there, it’s probably afternoon by the time you read this, and the reason for that is that I sat down to write and then 2 pugs decided to sit on me and I couldn’t reach the laptop and didn’t have the heart to move them. Which, as an excuse, ranks alongside “the dog ate

Hi there, happy Sunday to you all. So far I have had a busy morning, but very shortly I am planning to transition that into a lazy afternoon, light a fire and watch Blue Planet. I may also eat some chocolate, who can say. (I can say, I will definitely eat some chocolate.) But before

Hi there! Hope you’re all well today? We overslept this morning, so we had to take the Pugs out for a walk before I had chance to write my weekly catch up, which means that I am now writing this from the sofa while attempting to stop Peppa sitting on the keyboard. She thinks her

Today is our wedding anniversary. Mr LLL and I were married 12 years ago. TWELVE YEARS! Sunday is a terrible day to have an Anniversary as the entire of Norwich is shut, so our plans at the moment involve taking the Pugs for an epic walk and drinking a bottle of Aldi champagne out of

Hello! Can’t say Good Morning today as it’s already 1:30. The days just FLOWN by. We woke up slightly hungover after a Stranger Things binge accompanied by wine, and then took the Pugs for a long run before an exciting trip to Pets at Home to buy poo bags and a squeaky toy shaped like

Good morning! The clocks went back last night, which means that I’ve already spent much of the moring trying to figure out what time it *really* is. Right now it’s 9:30, but REALLY it’s obviously 10:30, which means I’m running late, except I’m not really. Clock changing day gives me a headache. We’ve actually been

This morning I can’t decide if I’m feeling chipper or poorly. I was supposed to have an Olympic Lifting session today, but my PT is sick, and I’m not sure I might not be as well as I’ve woken up with a sore throat and a sniffly nose. I have therefore decided to substitute the