Time has run away from me again and I've haven't updated my blog for a good while.
My lovely Jags has been seriously ill and for a while all his progress seemed to be backwards. Hence the title- lots of tears.
Fingers crossed he's on the mend and , although slow, he is making progress.
I know he feels better as he is being a pest and wants to go out with the others, which he can't do until his medication is finished.
Our newest arrival, Tilly, is making her presence felt. She is the tiniest thing with a personality 5 times her size :0)))
Rosie has had her first call at the tender age of 7 months- and, just like her mum Claudia, she is a piddler. The soft furnishings have taken a beating and she is banned from our bedroom (much to her disgust).
The tantrums haven't been mine- someone that I once considered a good friend had decided to wage a vendetta against me and is trying to make my life difficult.
Ho hum- some people really need to get a life of their own and stop playing stupid games.
The big girls are now in a race to see who calls first and gets to go and play with the lovely Bill.
More news later.
