dogs and dodgy food

Nope, not another night at home with George and Gemma again, this time it was a Friday night at Wimbledon Stadium (catchphrase: “a night out with a difference”, but I am not sure that the difference is a good thing) to lose lots of money betting on which dog can chase a fake dodgy-looking rabbit quicker than the rest. As you might imagine, my attempt at picking winners failed in every single race and I came away an embittered man. This should convince me that I am not a gambling man…

Had a nice night meeting George’s travelling friend from New Zealand, Fiona, though!