Pushing my pram down Hampstead High Street like a proud mum, a passer-by grimaces at me and says: ‘What an ugly baby!’
‘That’s a bit harsh,’ says his companion, smiling at my little passenger. ‘I think he’s gorgeous! Just look at those long floppy ears!’
I’m not too insulted because my ‘pram’ is a specially designed pushchair, and strapped into it is George, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. And far from
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His memory isn’t what it was. He often walks into a room, stands there looking confused as if he’s forgotten what he’s come in for, then plods out again. That sounds like someone else I know, but I can’t remember who
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