Service dogs and their work. Neither of us can take credit for their work!

A few years ago, everything went a little Pete Tong, (wrong to my non-90’s readers!) and I was so grateful to one of my oldest friends when he let me crash at his and his wife’s house for a week. So I hopped on a plane and buggered off to New York for a week! Continue reading

Crime scenes, murder, the perfect crime and other annoyances.

I get angry a little easily. Well, not that easily, sometimes I can take nonsense for ages, literally weeks, before I explode in rightful rage. Other times it just kind of explodes with little or no warning. But normally, it’s the former. I take rubbish and annoyance, abuse and crap and I just let it fester quietly until it becomes an unhealthy mental illness. Continue reading