I've finally started my new job, we spent the last week getting the place in a fit state to open (dear god the last few people in that damn pub were freaking DISGUSTING, the amount of dog muck I found in places dog muck really shouldn't be...), and we open our doors on Monday. So after a final day of running around making sure it was all perfect, I have tomorrow off to catch my breath, and then it's GO GO GO! I'm only a tiny bit terrified.

Had a bad day last week though. My 9 month old Carn Snake, the little guy from my first ever hatch I did last year, died on Thursday. He wasn't growing as he should, compared to his brother I gave to a friend of mine he was tiny, so I figured something wasn't right, but he was eating, shedding, pooping, all the things a lil snake should, and he was always fiesty and active, so I hope he was just going to be small. But it wasn't to be. I didn't do anything wrong, it happens to everyone and not all hatchlings thrive, but I was attatched to the little guy and cried my eyes out. He's burried on the moors outside my house in a little wooden box. R.I.P Stripy Dave, I'll miss you xx