Getting organised, getting Covid and getting a puppy

Quite the variety don't you think?! Yes, it's been a crazy few months but then again, this year is the year where absolutely nothing is strange anymore. 2020 was supposed to be the year where I finished my copywriting diploma, grew my business and got my life in order.


Then Corona came along and switched from being my favourite beer to this awful thing that none of us can get away from.


To be fair, I did manage to get my qualification, so I ticked that box. Admittedly, a course I seem to have been taking for what seemed like ages and often didn't have the time to do any of it because I was too busy with actual copywriting work. In the words of Alanis - isn't it ironic? (Come on, it may be a beautiful new website but the random song references are still very much here, sorry not sorry.)


And then lockdown happened (or shall I just cut to the chase and call it the first lockdown) and I got precisely nothing done. I was too busy being the head snack provider for my child, chief of cleaning the house a bazillion times a day and CEO of trying to figure out what the hell was going on.


Then it lifted a bit, we managed to go down to Cornwall and get a bit of a holiday, enjoy a tiny bit of normality at long last and, just as I was getting prepared and excited for my son to FINALLY go back to school.............


.........I tested positive for Coronavirus.


You couldn't make this up. Another 14 days isolation when he could have been at actual school for the first time in six months. (I should add a disclaimer here that I was more then happy to 100% isolate as Covid is hideous but it wouldn't be a blog by me if I took it fully seriously now would it.) I'd made all these plans and instead of doing any of them, I was in bed attempting to watch box sets and totally unable to concentrate on any of them because I felt horrific and when I wasn't feeling horrific, I'd be asleep.


Also, please don't get me wrong, I count myself as one of the lucky ones as my experience of Coronavirus consisted of aching, fatigue and bedrest. I didn't get the cough, I didn't get the loss of taste or smell, I was incredibly lucky compared to many.


Plus, I had something amazing to get me through it all. A beautiful, perfect, incredible little puppy.


Yes, you read that right, a puppy. How the hell did this happen?


Now, before you panic, this wasn't a snap decision. I'd been thinking about it for a good while and realised that as I work from home and we very possibly have even more time at home to look forward to, it would be perfect. My son was beside himself with excitement and we began to research.


To cut a long story short, we originally planned on completing our family with another Schnauzer, a little companion for our almost 12 year old Mini Schnauzer but somehow along the way we ended up with an eight week old Miniature Dachsund.


Called Biggie Smalls. The Notorious B.I.G if you will.


A face that looks as though butter wouldn't melt? Correct, but don't be deceived. This little guy (now known as Mr Bigglesworth, cos he's not about the gangsta life) has the sharpest teeth known to man and is a big fan of stealing slippers and socks. He even had my mobile phone in his mouth the other day, no doubt with world domination on his tiny sausagey mind, or whatever a pup would do with an iPhone. (Listening to Pawdcasts maybe? Sorry...)


But he is genuinely the cutest little guy I ever did see. He and our other gorgeous dog, Lily, are quite the team and although, like all siblings, they have their times of hating each other, they are growing to love each other and are even happy to share a bed and snore in time with each other. Sharing is not going quite so well where toys and food are concerned however.


So now, when I'm not searching the internet for Christmas dog outfits, matching coats (for the two dogs, not for me, honest, although now I come to think of it......) or having to go to Sainsburys for yet another biscuit replenishment, (these two can get through gravy bones faster than I can with a sleeve of coffee capsules) I sit at my desk with my two little companions next to me, only occasionally shouting "no fighting" as if I'm talking to the Peaky Blinders themselves.


And, as you've hopefully noticed, the blog is looking a little different these days! Goodbye Skinny Jeans and Coffee, (if you're reading this for the first time, this was the previous incarnation of this blog, so called because it was what I was wearing and drinking when I was trying to choose a blog name. In these lockdown times it would be something more like pj's and vimto, or loungewear and Pinot so small victories hey....)


When I first started my blog in 2017, I was too scared to put my name to it in case I got trolled / ridiculed / or questioned if it were mine. Finally three and a half years down the line I'm happy to say "Yes, this is me. I write a blog."


I've chosen to start afresh, away from Skinny Jeans and Coffee. Away from posting pics of cups of espresso on the 'gram constantly. (Thought it looked good at the time..) Away from the Skinny Ramblings. Away from pretending it was someone else.


This time, it's just me. And if you like what I write, tell a friend, subscribe and like my page, follow me on social media!


And now I sound like a proper blogger 😂



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