From the front cover of national press to preparing my butty box...

Phew! I did it, I completed a whole week of 'normal' work. I think Milo must wonder where I disappear to for eight hours every day, but luckily whilst the daylight hours are light he is still benefiting from two walks a day. I, on the other hand, am struggling with routine. To do the same thing each day feels quite alien to me and I don't know if I could ever get used to it. My whole working life has been mainly shift patterns and, of course, the last three years have been a bit of a mixed pot every day. But needs must and I'm sure I'll get used to it soon enough, although it is a temporary contract, up to Christmas, and goodness knows what crazy plan I will have come up with by then!

This week I received word from the Beast's new owners. I was overwhelmed to say the least. Dramatic, I know, but it was like hearing of a child I'd reluctantly given up for adoption. The photographs clearly showed he had been tidied up a bit, I was like "Oh gosh, they've cut his fringe!" "But it suits him" and "Oh, he looks so different" "But he looks happy". So, irrelevant of how sad I was giving him up, it's evident to see he is very happy with his new family. I made the right decision. And, bonus, his new family have kept my 'Milo, Me and The Beast' book posters in the windows!

I've just read my blog entries from three years ago. How different my life was then... I was baking cakes on the Aga for Mr P, merrily riding my bicycle through the grounds of the Big House, and preparing for photo shoots with national newspapers. Oh well, must dash ~ have to make my butties for work tomorrow! Life ~ it's a funny old game, just glad my names not Roxanne Pallett...


How it once was...

It really did all happen :) ... 

Milo, Me and The Beast

ps; hate to ask, but if anyone has actually read my book I would be eternally grateful for any review, good or bad, on amazon. Thank you, thank you, thank you :)