As the first snowflakes of the year fall hesitantly on Westminster Bridge, I watch three women, muffled in hats and scarves, walk along the pavement. At the head of the group trots a small, white Chihuahua. Sporting a blue and red fair isle jumper, he leads his human harem across the Thames, head high, stride purposeful, spirit soaring.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
4 comments:
I have never seen a white one-how cute! Poor thing, must have been so cold!
Aye caramba! You ad snar darn there in tha smowke?
CJ
I think it was snow - of course, it could have been air pollution...
Puss
It's always the little ones.
Those guys make me smile. Funny little creatures.
(Don't know how I missed this post!)
August
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