Sunday, March 3, 2013
Falafel and Fish & Chips
Oh, this dog. She makes me crazy. This morning she was just rotten. She was insistent about snorfing up every little crumb she could find during her walk, no matter how much I told her "No!" And then she hoovered up half a falafel sandwich and swallowed it in one gulp, with me fruitlessly swatting her on the head and yelling, "Drop it!"
I have to remember not to walk her on Portobello Road on Sundays. There are just too many sidewalk snacks left over from the big Saturday market. Not to mention chewing gum -- she loves used chewing gum. She picks it up, gnaws it for a few paces and then drops it again. She just wants a quick taste.
So, yeah, that was our walk this morning. Quite different from the walk I took yesterday through East London, without the canine vacuum cleaner. It was nice to leave home and know Dave would be here with Olga. Whenever I leave her alone during the week I feel guilty -- closing the door on her is always hard -- and then I have a nagging urge to get back. But yesterday I stayed out for five hours or so, guilt-free. I walked and walked, took lots of photos, and had fish & chips at a little chip shop overlooking a lake in Aldersbrook, complete with a cold, sweet Dr. Pepper. I think it's been about 20 years since I last had a Dr. Pepper! I drank it watching the moorhens and swans in the lake, and the people coming and going from a nearby bus stop.
Ah, yes, it's the little things.
Today I've got some work to do -- my weekly sub reports -- and Dave and I are planning to see "Silver Linings Playbook," to put my inquisitive mind at rest about why Jennifer Lawrence deserved that Oscar.
(Photo: Scooters outside a school in Holland Park.)