......and getting closer and closer to dads dish, while he is totally absorbed in his telly programme. Joe could sneak a quiet lick and I'm sure dad would be none the wiser once he is glued to the tv or his phone. This dog gets away with murder sometimes.
The Conservative Conference was held in Birmingham last weekend, so we went into town for a wander in the sunshine to see what was going on...
.....security was very tight, as there was just about every protest group you can think of waving posters, handing out leaflets and shouting into their mega-phones.
Access to the Symphony hall was totally off limits to us normal people. We walked along the canal banks watching the barges and the police diving team coming and going on the waterways.
Darsh isn't quite in the same league as Cameron or Boris, but he was still chuffed to see his name plastered on a city bill-board. So of course he felt the need for a photograph to remind him of his moment of fame...
Monday saw us heading to London to see Sara and John's new flat.
The views from outside, and the weather, was stunning, but the flat itself.... not so. We are heading back over there tomorrow, armed with paint pots, brushes, steam cleaner and tool boxes....
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