Babysitting

I need to write a post about my time in the deepest, darkest south a.k.a. Torquay but at the moment I can't even get the words out.

I haven't stopped since I got back up North and that means that my brain hasn't started functioning properly.

The reason that I haven't stopped is that the second I came home I unpacked my suitcase, packed it back up again, went to sleep, got up went to work (where I had the absolute day from hell) and then came to look after some little people.

Three...

...Furry..

...Guinea pigs!

I am taking my duties as guinea-pig surrogate mother very seriously but I will be back soon with a Torquay update. I should warn you not to be disappointed - if you think that it's going to be a post all about a lovely time by the seaside, filled with picturesque pictures then you're going to be mistaken, mainly because I fell off the wagon big time and made a rather epic return to drinking. (And no I wasn't supposed to.) And also because it pissed it down the whole time.