On Sunday mornings in particular, Mummy loves to get outside early when it’s still quiet and feels like the world is still asleep.
We set out for my morning walk along Gilston Road – reading my p-mail.
We walk to the end of the road where it’s St. Mary’s Church. There’s a nice park there but no dogs are allowed inside.
Then we go to pick up the Sunday papers at the Fulham Road Newstand. I have to wait outside as dogs are not allowed in.
Sometimes we meet other pooches who are doing the same rounds.
Then we cross the street to Gail’s – I sit outside while Mummy goes to get herself a cappuccino. On Sundays they open at 8am – so its a little later than the rest of the week.
When the weather is good, we sit outside and she reads the papers and I get bits of her croissant. There are usually other dogs there.
A few days ago, Mummy was standing next to Hugh Grant who was ordering his coffee at Gail’s. She said he looks older and rather self-conscious – he knew Mummy recognised him.
So these days when Little Tyke is in town, we head over to theirs for brunch – as usual I look on longingly from the side of the table.
Hand me downs, please?
