Now I'm back in England, well London, and currently housesitting an amazing house in the city with one of my best friends. The perk of house sitting is that you have somewhere homey to come back to at the end of a busy day in the heart of the city. Also they have two cats and two dogs which has been super enjoyable too. 

The routine at the moment is: sleep in, have breakfast, shower, walk the dogs, head into the city, come home, make dinner, movie and sleep. The worst part of routine would probably have to be walking the dogs. It isn't awful and I like being able to work off all those extra hot chocolate I've been having, but one of the dogs *cough* Dorris *cough* is quite annoying to walk. She strains on the lead constantly and decides that the most inconvenient places are the optimal spots to..well..poop. The first day we went for a walk we followed the route in which the owner had mapped out for us. It was through the high street. So we walked the dogs down the high street (or should I say they walked us) and just as we walked past a bus stop with lots of people around Dorris decided that this was a great time to go to the toilet. It was utterly embarrassing. This high street is in a very affluent area so people in suits walking past gave faces of their utter distaste. After that we never have been back on that route and live by the back streets.