I am re-blogging Jill’s post because I think it’s really interesting and visually great.
My dogs are away from home at the moment – they are in France with Andrew and Bella.
Here in Leamington, meanwhile, I knock on busy people’s doors and interrupt their daily lives to ask them to think about politics. They are remarkably polite (on the whole) considering we catch them when they’ve just got in tired from work; or they’re trying to cook a meal; or get the kids’ homework done.
I still join my dog-walk in the mornings though: wouldn’t be without the lively conversations and the fresh air on the Eagle. “Where’s your dogs?” they say.
“Oh, I’m walking imaginary dogs,” – I’m bored with truths. I have to walk imaginary dogs. This morning we were talking about a bloke we have all met on the canal path…
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