Not that marriage had been mentioned beyond the engagement, at which she was over-joyed and had advertised it and her ring all over social media, calling herself a fiancee and telling everyone how happy she was.
Tag Archives: Life In The Suburbs
Buzzcuts, Bundt Cake & Hot Pants
So far her presents have included a 3000 piece puzzle she’d wanted, a floating hammock, a set of silver jewellery and a €30 voucher for her local ice cream parlour. She’ll be visiting a wildlife park in Den Haag when the lockdown is lifted, with her mother.
Cheesecake, Gummy Floors & De-Slobbering The Windows
If her ladyship doesn’t appreciate his efforts I’ll go over there and help him eat it myself. 😀
Chewing Solution?
Bear and I have decided to use a water pistol for the fence post issues. Nothing else seems to be working and he’s visibly damaged one of the fence posts already.
Old Clothes, Old Memories & Offensive Bedding
I’m pretty certain 80’s chic is not a thing and I don’t need him starting a retro trend, it’s bad enough that Hammer pants have made a comeback here in the Netherlands.
Pup Insanity, A Vet Visit & Out Of Date Dairy
“Stop eating my bloody bike, you little ratbag.!” We can’t put them anywhere else unfortunately and I don’t see why we should. He needs to learn to leave stuff alone.
Five Days Too Many, Changing The Rules & Safety Measures
Yesterday Bear spent most of the afternoon drilling into the patio to fix metal fence post holders, to put a fence with a gate across the bottom of the patio. Pup got brave and came off the patio and went down to the next step towards the garden.
Causing Harm, Total Isolation & Being The Last To Know
Last night I called my eldest son back after missing two of his calls and spent just over 4 hours chatting and entertaining him with tales of the mad pup.
Nine Week Vaccination, Going A Little Nuts & In Need Of Attention
When I’m not entertaining the dog and trying to keep him from eating shit that could seriously damage his health, I’m cooking meals I barely have time to eat, sleeping like crap and missing out on a lot of the basic affection I used to get pre-puppy.
The Walking Stomach, A Great Niece & Shady Lockdown Dealings
He has a thing for my fluffy slippers and the strings on my hoodie.. well, my hoodie in general and seems to like biting my leg. From doing next to nothing, he’s now permanently doing something, usually something he shouldn’t be. Dear God, what possessed me to agree to this.?!
Dear Diary... 