I've been putting off this post because I just couldn't stand Liverpool. It was partly my fault re: where we booked the Airbnb + accessibility issues (I was too shafted to catch public transport into the city), but we were also just in a deeply unsafe place, in a really hideously appointed flat (I will go into details soon, lmao).
Anyway, here is a picture of Bella, she's a rescue dog from a backyard breeder who forced her to have a litter at one. This was at my Uncle Simon's house (for the record, I have a stepfather called Simon, a brother called Simon, two Uncles called Simon, and I'm pretty sure there's more Simons around that family as well). It's my second ever time meeting him, he's quiet and lovely, and looks so much like Mum.

( Here we are, here we go )
Anyway, here is a picture of Bella, she's a rescue dog from a backyard breeder who forced her to have a litter at one. This was at my Uncle Simon's house (for the record, I have a stepfather called Simon, a brother called Simon, two Uncles called Simon, and I'm pretty sure there's more Simons around that family as well). It's my second ever time meeting him, he's quiet and lovely, and looks so much like Mum.

( Here we are, here we go )