Looking at the picture of me holding our boxer dog, Tosca (she is no longer with us), reminds me of the joys and happy days we had with her, but also that I did not enjoy walking her. It was a case of no one really wanted to get out and walk her. So, it became mum’s job, which was particularly unpopular during cold and unpleasant weather.
Today is one of those days, cold, grey, rainy, dismal and the last thing I want to do is go out for my daily walk in the park. So I embark my duty exercise walk with my imaginary dog.
Actually it’s really not that bad at all as I walk with headphones firmly plugged in, listening to one of my favourite preachers, Bill Johnson, dressed warmly, and away I go.
And then, well, there is the Café in the Park.
Deserted outside, but quite a few park walkers warmed themselves inside over a hot cup of something. Hmmm I did not succumb, but bravely soldiered on. One day, though, I just might …..