I spend most of my time with myself, who until recently I actually didnt like very much. Then it’s a close call between my rather bad tempered, big on attitude rescue Pug who has suddenly become a senior at the age of 7, I am told this happens. So I guess he is now a grumpy old man. Very close on time spent with me is my son’s German Shepherd Puppy. Who can stand over the top of Frank the Pug and not touch his head, she is 6 months old. Have done all the house training, for the puppy my son is still learning. She has just started to behave a little better, after months of unholy words being uttered and being driven mad
Please be aware no animal was hurt in the course of living with me, my 31yr old son, yes well that’s a different story, I may dream of many ways to deal with bratty adult children but I couldn’t if I tried. He is 6ft3in and quick I am 5ft4 and disabled and slow,
I don’t spend much time with my son we clash, so if I had to pick a human it would be my carer Claire she is the only other person I spend a quantity of time with 24 hrs a week to be precise, and together we just laugh our way through everything. She is my best friend/carer/partner-in-mischief and keeper of official secrets. I mean we all need a Claire in our lives.
As someone who has had to change their name for safety reasons, I can honestly say it was a bizarre thing to live with. I felt lost and my identity had been stripped, as soon as it was safe I soon became me again, and although I had disliked my name so much growing up, I was so happy to regain my Kim Louise. Because this is me.