Today I am visiting Josie and the wonderfully naughty and loveable Phoebe the Jack Russell.
Now at the grand age of 91, Josie was at the South London Women’s Hospital on the day I was born.
She has always lived in her grandmother’s house in London which is crammed to the gills with animal memorabilia along with numerous clocks – none of which tell the correct time.
Last time I visited she had found a photograph of me taken in the garden of the house when I was seventeen months old in 1947.
Here it is – a blast from the past…..
For the weekend a magical hummingbird drinking from the sweet nectar of life, and for my friends in the United States – have a lovely Labour Day weekend….the last of the summer.