Saturday is our day to walk down Rokeby Road to the Station Street Markets for Turkish Pide or Curry and Dahl from Pappadams. If in need of a sugar hit, we head straight for the French Patisserie for a crunchy croissant. Then Mum buys her nuts and muesli from Angry Almond and her fruit and veggies from one of the well-stocked stalls. I wait patiently as usual near the flower stall. (If you read my Love Blog you will see why I wait near the flowers!)
Recently a new stall selling thick creamy milk and yogurt has become my favourite. The woman is wonderful she always offers me a little cup of milk. “Woof, Woof? More please?” I ask politely looking up at her with my big brown glowing eyes and delightful smile.
This is also where Mum bought my Eagles Jacket. Val measured me from nose to tail then around my fluffy middle so that the jacket would fit well. Of course I think I look pretty handsome on football days and it keeps me warm. What do you think?