Buoys Will Be Balloons...

After a long early walk with the puppy, we got down to the serious task of making the flat presentable for the imminent visit of the brother. Well, I did that and Tilly undid it immediately after...
Brother came, stitches out so his eyes were much more comfortable and he and Tilly got on famously...my brother isn’t really a dog person, so well done that puppy.

An afternoon walking in Hyde Park, what a sun dappled glory it is...meeting an ex student seeking advice about her career future, duly given,while Tilly cruised all the smart, South Ken doggos...even the sleek black rescue dog came from Beijing.

Eastwards again, on the tube, Tilly fast asleep spreadeagled louchily - even rush hour zombies become humane, giving room to a snoring puppy dreaming of chasing squirrels.
Home to repeat the not-cleaning-up process before puppy finally, suddenly succumbs to sleep.
WonderA hits London tomorrow.
Thank the Lord...