Like most people who live and work in central London, I pretty much live for other people’s dogs. I think it’s because even though you know that theoretically there must be dogs around this city somewhere, you just don’t expect to see them. When I do see one, sometimes I forget that these dogs belong to […]
It’s Park Weather, which means we must all go to the park and eventually freeze to death under a picnic blanket with a tube of Pringles for gloves.
This proves beyond all doubt that there’s really no point in going to Hampstead Heath unless you like dogs. Honestly. You should just stay in bed.