Life in the Indian rainread more
Off we went to the Chelsea Flower Showread more
I am learning how to use a cameraread more
My most recent trip to see my mum in India.read more
In which I prepare to be a runner again.read more
Sometimes everything you want to do happens on one day. Instead of going on the EU march in London, this is how I spent my day.read more
Such a lovely time to be out and about with the boys.read more
I made a pussyhatread more
Introducing my new soup machineread more
I'm aware that I haven't posted much on here in the last few days. I've been rushing around like the proverbial fly for the last week. At last today I've had a little more time to reflect and catch up on stuff and I'm trying to use that productively too. As I'm...read more
Colds are miserable
A picture of grief
When I’m out with the boys, they often run to this lady to beg her for treats. She and her elderly German Shepherd bitch sit and enjoy the sunshine, dispensing biscuits to friendly local dogs. They are well-suited, the 14 year old rescue dog and her owner. They’ve both seen a lot of life, and they’re devoted to each other.
Oscar and I were waiting for wandering Raffles on Crab Hill Field this morning at the end of our walk and spied the lady trundling towards us, slowly, slowly leaning heavily on her sticks. No dog. The dog died on Monday.
“I’m so sorry. You must be devastated.”
“I am. It’s like losing a child. I feel lost.”