It feels as if I've been on the go non-stop since last Thursday so, as the sun was shining today, I decided that George and I deserved a bit of fresh sea air. I bundled him into the car and we set off for Crawley Woods and Nicholaston Burrows. He is the laziest dog in the world; other dogs jump into cars: George, if I'm lucky, will put his front paws in, leaving me to lift up his bum. I was watching two dogs charging about on the beach and I thought, 'Perhaps George needs a playmate,' but then I remembered when he goes out with Willet or Holly he just sits down and waits for them to come running to him. As I say, bone idle.
Here we're wondering if it's a bomb. Well, I'm wondering; George is wondering if I'm about to give him a treat.