I was off early to pay that parking fine, it broke my heart a little bit but in life you have to learn lessons! 
On our way to Harrison Park, via Watson Crescent, who ever wa'd ha' thought it, a guy with some humour, sitting out on the street with a carpet of fake grass and his beach chair. I loved it!

I don't like to lie on the grass, there are hundreds of dogs pass every day, so I go for a bench and Donald's lap makes the cosiest cushion you could ever rest your head on. It's so perfect to lie in the sun and take a wee nap. Do I ask if he's comfortable? Why, of course I do, what do you think I am, some callous young lady using him like a doormat!! No seriously, he is allowed to shift when he gets uncomfy.