The New Hood

We're moving. Just took Harry for a walk to see his new digs. He was running around peeing all over everything when I noticed the neighbours in the very posh house across the street watching us from the window. I could have smiled and waved and established a nice friendship, but instead I pretended not to see them and peered into windows and looked over my shoulder nervously as if I was casing the joint. Then I walked away very quickly. Maybe they've phoned the cops by now. I really need to find some proper hobbies.

Many happy returns and birthday huggles to the one and only Miss Fran for Friday. And also turning 29 today and not all worried about heading for thirty, is Tony!