Summertime

I don't know why we thought walking along a seafront in the rain licking ice creams with our hoods up was a good idea but it did actually turn out to be good fun in a bulldog spirit, masochistic kind of way. Everyone took refuge indoors after a while chucking money away while I stood on the sea wall taking photos of the other happy promenaders.

Earlier the whippet had once again caused consternation with her shameful artful dodger impersonation. The memory of her stealing rusks from small kids lives long in the memory and I have to avoid one local newsagent on a sunday morning because she nicked morning rolls from there when I was paying for the paper. This morning, still on a short lead, when I was at the counter she was helping herself to a bag of chocolate buttons.